Youth begins with falling in love with your mother (1-7)

The first woman I ever fell in love with was my mother.

She was a woman with a strong, traditional education, possessing a classical elegance; she was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

She married young, giving birth to my older sister at twenty and me at twenty-three.

I was very intelligent from a young age, consistently ranking at the top of my class in school. Coupled with my sensible and obedient nature, my family, including my sister, doted on me.

I have a cheerful personality, getting along well with classmates and family, and I enjoy outdoor
activities. I rarely experience depression, but when I was fourteen, something particularly
distressing happened.

That morning, I woke up from a strange dream. The scene in the dream left me feeling turbulent and
unable .

In the dream, my mother was lying motionless on a large bed, her supple and full body curled up,
sleeping peacefully like an adorable baby. And I was sitting next to her. In the dream, I was in
a state of extreme excitement, and I couldn't help but lift my mother's loose nightgown. At that moment, I simply couldn't resist
the attraction of my mother's mature body. Even after waking up, recalling that scene still felt incredibly
wonderful .

In my dream, I was possessed, wanting to violate my mother, strip her of all her clothes, and
ravage her body. But just as I was about to see my mother's naked breasts, I
woke up in a cold sweat.

The excitement hadn't subsided when a strong sense of guilt overwhelmed me.

I felt as if my soul had been ripped away. Suddenly, I realized my hand
was gripping my hard genitals, covered in thick semen. It felt like
the sky had fallen a while to calm down and tear off some tissues to clean the semen.

It was just dawn, and I lay on the bed, utterly exhausted, as if I had just survived a life-or-death
battle .

In reality, a psychological battle was raging within me.

Physical pleasure and moral guilt were like demons and angels, simultaneously invading my
mind and waging a fierce war on its battlefield.

I don't know how much time passed when I heard a knock at the door.

"Ah-Jie, what's wrong? Why aren't you up so late?"

It was my mother's voice. I jumped in fright, quickly pulling the covers over my head and pretending to be fast asleep.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Mom opened the door and came in. She sat down on the edge of my bed and asked with concern, "Ah Jie,
are you awake?"

"Hmm..." I simply threw back the covers, pretending to be very sleepy, stretching and
yawning . "Mom, I'm not fully awake yet. You woke me up," I said, sounding a little unsure.

Mom clearly didn't believe me. She reached out and touched my forehead, and I took the opportunity to glance at her full
breasts . I saw those two mounds rising and falling with her breathing, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
I felt both scared and excited. I was conflicted.

I rarely paid attention to my mother's sexy figure before, but now I realize how
attractive her breasts are. At the same time, a strong sense of guilt overwhelms me, making me feel like a mountain is pressing down on me.

My God! What's wrong with me? She's my own mother! How could I have such inappropriate thoughts about her
?

My heart pounded like a wild beast just locked in a cage.

The image of my mother lying before me like a cute baby in my dream, combined with her
full breasts so close to my eyes now, seemed to form a giant black hole, devouring my soul. I was caught in
a vortex unable to escape.

I quickly looked away, as if I'd stolen a trick. My mother didn't notice anything unusual about me, nor did she detect anything wrong with my body from my
forehead . She frowned in confusion and scolded, "It's already
7:30, why are you still sleeping in?"

My mother has always been very strict with me. I have to get up at 6:30 every day, regardless of whether I have school
or not . Today happens to be the weekend, so I don't have to go to school, but my mother still insists that I
get up at 6:30.

"Mom, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep a little longer." Perhaps it was the change this morning that made me have the first
thought of disobeying my mother.

My mother was clearly unhappy. "Then you can continue sleeping. Don't bother with breakfast."

She left without looking back. I secretly watched her beautiful
figure disappear through the doorway, with the gaze of someone admiring a woman.

From that moment on, I secretly fell in love with my mother.

Not long after she left, I got up, washed up, and went to the dining room. I thought my mother's words
were just in anger, but now I realized there really wasn't any breakfast for me.

My father had already finished eating and left; only my mother and sister were at the table, my seat was empty.

"Mom, where's my brother's breakfast?" my sister asked curiously.

"You eat yours, why do you care so much?" my mother said without even glancing at me.

My mother was noticeably different today. She rarely spoke to her children in such a tone.

She usually maintained a dignified and virtuous image, speaking gently and kindly.

But when I heard her words, my heart felt heavy, and I felt wronged. So
I left went back to my room to go online.

My sister, who hadn't even finished her breakfast, came to my room to ask what was wrong. "Little brother, why were you angry with
Mom ?"

"Who was angry with her?" I said, feeling aggrieved.

"Don't deny it! Why wouldn't Mom let you eat breakfast?"

"If she doesn't want to, she can not. She's my mother, and I'm her child."

That last sentence sounded like I was being defiant, but I was clearly reminding myself of that. But
what it do? By this time, my mind was already overwhelmed by the strange dream I had that morning, coupled with the
unpleasantness , causing my attitude towards her to deviate from its usual course. Finally, those wicked thoughts in my mind gained a slight
advantage.

"How could you say that?" my sister said unhappily.

"Was what I said wrong?" I retorted sharply.

"Of course not! She's your mother, you have to respect her. What's wrong with you? You weren't like this before
, what happened?"

"Nothing happened." I said with a guilty conscience.

At this moment, my mother pushed the door open and came in. She changed into a pure white dress and put on flesh-colored stockings. She
was very sexy. It immediately made my heart skip a beat and my breathing became a little faster.

My mother has dressed sexy in the past, but I have never reacted like I do now.

"Rong Rong, please leave him alone. Go change your clothes and let's go for a walk." After my mother finished speaking, she turned and left
without even looking at me.

My sister turned around, rolled her eyes at me, and said irritably, "Mom's in a bad mood today, and you're still
going to argue with her."

I asked, a little confused, "Why is she in a bad mood?"

My sister leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Because Dad's away on another business trip today." "

Dad goes on business trips all the time?" I said dismissively.

My sister frowned, lightly tapped my head, and said, "There's more to this
than 's an adult matter, and we can't interfere. But I need you to make your stance clear first."

My sister's expression suddenly turned serious, which gave me a bad feeling.

"What stance are you taking?"

My sister stared at me and said, "If Dad and Mom get divorced, who will you live with?"

I was startled. "What? That's impossible, isn't it? Aren't they getting along very well?"

"Getting along well? Humph! They're supposed to be respectful to each other, huh? Do you think it's good for a husband and wife to be respectful to each other? Sigh! You're
still young, you wouldn't understand matters of the heart even if I told you. Anyway, I'm asking you, if that day really comes,
would you rather live with Mom or Dad?"

Her words undoubtedly made me even more confused, and I really didn't know how to answer.

"Rongrong!" Mom called my sister again at this moment.

My sister hurriedly said, "Okay, Mom, I'll be right there." Then she turned around,
staring at . "Speak quickly."

I really didn't know what to say, and said impatiently, "Go change your clothes first, I'm annoyed,
let me have some peace and quiet."

"Hmph! I'm telling you this first, if that day ever comes, and you choose to stay with Dad, then
I'll cease to be your sister!"

My sister's tone was extremely cold, revealing her inner resolve. This was the first time she had
spoken to me like this, making me feel somewhat lost.

After my sister and mother went out, I was left alone at home.

I was really hungry, so I went to the kitchen, wanting to find something to eat. But at the same time, I didn't want
my mother to find out. After searching for a while, I even lost my appetite and suddenly didn't want to eat. On my way back, as I passed my mother's
room, my heart suddenly skipped a beat, and I stopped in my tracks.

I couldn't help but glance at my mother's wardrobe. Inside were my mother's sexy clothes. I thought I could
use these clothes to more easily fantasize about my mother's mature, naked body.

Evil thoughts began to surge within me, and my breathing became rapid.

Because I was alone at home, my courage grew many times greater than usual. I felt
unrestrained and carefree, able to do whatever I wanted.

Finally, I pushed open the door to my mother's room. Because of my wicked thoughts, I was so nervous my heart was about to jump out of my chest
. I impatiently opened my mother's closet, and sure enough, there were my mother's sexy lingerie and stockings inside.
These clothes, so close to my mother's mature body, quickly conjured up an image of my mother naked in my mind.

My breath caught in my throat. I almost groaned out loud.

What I did next was completely out of reason; I stripped myself naked in a few quick movements.

My genitals were already rock hard, like an iron rod. At this point, I had never seen
anyone else's genitals, so I couldn't be sure of the level of my own.

My hands trembled slightly as I pulled my mother's sexy clothes over and hugged them tightly to my chest. At the same time, I fantasized
about holding my mother's alluring naked body in my arms and wantonly ravaging it. My body suddenly started to tremble, and I stumbled back a few steps and
fell onto my mother's soft bed.

At that moment, I didn't know how to masturbate; I only knew that one hand was tightly gripping my penis. Suddenly, I wanted to stuff
my mother's sexy clothes, my imagined naked body, into my genitals. But then
I suddenly regained a sliver of reason. Ultimately, I was afraid of getting the clothes dirty and being discovered by my mother,
so I didn't do it. At the same time, I suddenly felt a liquid about to ejaculate from my penis
. Although I didn't know it was semen, I guessed it was dirty. Afraid of soiling my mother's
bed, I pressed my own clothes against my genitals.

The harder I pressed, the more comfortable and wonderful it felt. Finally, I simply collapsed onto my mother's bed,
still using my own clothes to cover my genitals to avoid soiling her. Gradually, I began
to rub my genitals, and after a short while, a thick stream of sticky fluid gushed out. Accompanying the
thick fluid was my imagined naked mother's body, projected onto my underwear. I fantasized about pressing her naked body beneath
me , feeling an ecstatic sensation.

After about ten seconds, this ecstatic feeling began to fade, replaced by a strong
sense of guilt and self-reproach.

"What's wrong with me? What have I done? She's my mother..."

Emptiness!

A sudden, extreme emptiness filled my heart. Although I had just experienced my first orgasm outside of a dream,
at this moment it all felt meaningless, instead bringing me a deep sense of shame.

After catching my breath, I carefully cleaned up all the traces left by this absurd act, putting
my mother's sexy clothes back in their original place. I did it very meticulously because I was really afraid that
my mother would find out.

Then I went back to my room, feeling extremely tired, and fell asleep quickly after collapsing onto the bed.

"Little brother, little brother, little brother..."

It was my sister's gentle voice. It must have been noon; I remembered my alarm clock had already rung. My sister and
mother had already returned, but I was still lying in bed, wearing only my underwear and without a blanket.

My sister doesn't mind seeing me dressed like this. In fact, she's seen me completely naked before. Even two years
ago , she openly stood naked in front of me without any problem. And even now, she...
She was seventeen, and I was fourteen, both nearing adulthood. Even when she changed her clothes, she wouldn't deliberately avoid my
gaze; she'd openly let me see her wearing only a bra and panties.

And now, although I harbored wicked thoughts towards my mother, I remained as
indifferent as ever towards my sister.

I think perhaps it's because my sister's body hasn't fully matured yet. Looking at her breasts, I realized it would
take another year or two for them to grow as full and round as my mother's.

After she came in, she covered me with the blanket and tried to wake me, but I was really tired, feeling
dizzy and didn't want to get up even when she called.

"Little brother, are you feeling unwell?" my sister's voice was full of concern.

I rolled over, lying face down on the bed. "Sister, I feel so suffocated. Can you let me have some peace and quiet?"

I was telling the truth. I was really depressed, filled with shame, yet also obsessed with fantasizing
about ravaging my mother's body.

Just then, my mother came in. She was still wearing her dress and sexy stockings, and I couldn't resist the temptation
to lewdly gaze at her alluring body encased in her dress.

"Get up and get dressed."

My mother's commanding tone shattered my illusions, making me realize again: "She is my mother,
a mother who loves me but is also strict with me."

"I...I don't want to get up!" Actually, it wasn't that I didn't want to get up, but my penis was already
hard because of my mother's sexy body. How could I dare to turn over now and let them see me?

"Little brother!" My sister scolded, angry at my disobedience to our mother.

In my sister's heart, our mother was undoubtedly sacred, and I used to think so too, but
now I had wicked thoughts, wanting to break through my mother's sacred shell and play with her sacred body.

Mom was definitely not in a good mood today. Seeing her son disobey her twice and show no remorse,
it was hard not to be angry. She said sternly, "Fine, then you can forget about lunch today."

After Mom and my sister left, my penis gradually softened.

"Another meal to go hungry," I sighed helplessly, rubbing my stomach.

Mom has always been like this with my sister and me; her harshest punishment is not allowing us to eat. In the past ,
when Dad was home, he would object, saying that it was harmful to the children's health, but Mom always insisted on her way.
Dad could never get Mom to give in when it came to disciplining the children. Even Mom seemed vehemently opposed
to Dad getting involved. In her view, disciplining the children was solely her responsibility, and Dad had no right to
it .

I did have a moment of resentment towards Mom, but it was completely
unreasonable being petulant. However, it was rare for me to act impulsively, and I was genuinely being unreasonable.

Perhaps I wanted to make Mom discover the wicked thoughts that had just arisen within me and to demand some kind of morally
questionable satisfaction. But that was impossible; it was just a pathetic attempt at self-comfort. But
what's the problem? What I needed now was self-comfort. No one else could comfort
me because I dared not let anyone know I harbored such wicked thoughts.

I simply locked my bedroom door. My sister tried to sneak me some bread and drinks, but
I didn't open the door no matter how long she knocked . That evening, I stayed in my room again. Although I hadn't eaten all day,
I didn't feel hungry.

"Little brother, dinner's ready," my sister called, knocking on the door.

No matter how much she knocked or called, I didn't answer. I felt lost, helpless, and
fearful … a mix of emotions overwhelmed me, and I didn't even have the desire to speak.

"Little brother! What's wrong?" my sister asked, clearly worried.

I thought, "Mom must be worried too."

Sure enough, Mom came to call me, her tone much softer. "Ah Jie, aren't you hungry? Get up
and eat ."

I felt a surge of satisfaction; I had clearly won. Mom cared about me a lot; she wouldn't let
me go a whole day without eating. If I starved, she would be the one most heartbroken.

But I still didn't open the door. I wasn't satisfied with this, but what tormented me most was that I had
no nor the courage, to let Mom know my true intentions: to have her body, to
have sex with her. Did I dare tell her?

"Mom," I suddenly cried out in unbearable pain.

This terrified both Mom and my sister.

"Ah-Jie!"

"Little brother!"

The two exclaimed simultaneously and pounded on the door, clearly thinking
something .

"Ah-Jie, can you open the door and let Mom in?"

"I can't open it!" I said firmly, and the reason I couldn't open the door was exactly
the same as the reason I couldn't get out of bed before—my penis had turned into an iron rod. How helpless I felt. I really wanted to rush into
my mother's arms and cry my heart out.

"Jie, listen to me, open the door quickly," Mom pleaded. "It was all my fault
this morning. I'll never force you to get up so early again."

Mom was giving in to me, which instantly gave me a surge of pleasure, as if Mom had surrendered to my
body and was at my mercy. I couldn't help but grip my penis tightly; it was already fully erect.
Guided by the physical pleasure, I instinctively started masturbating.

"Mom!" I called out boldly to my mother, who was only separated from me by a door, while rapidly masturbating
, imagining that Mom was right in front of me, naked.

"Ah Jie, Mom's here, please open the door, okay?" My mother's gentle, pleading voice was undoubtedly the best
aphrodisiac, instantly arousing me to the extreme. She had no idea that her son was mentally
defiling her body.

"Mom!" I called out one last time, and then, unable to hold back any longer, a thick stream of semen
gushed , wave after wave of pleasure violently assaulting my brain.

I gasped for breath, having just experienced an unprecedented orgasm, but that damned sense
of guilt and shame instantly overwhelmed me.

I listlessly cleaned up my semen, then tried to open the door, but ultimately collapsed back down, too weak to do so.

"Jie, open the door! Are you trying to drive your mother crazy?" My mother's voice was choked with emotion.

I finally opened the door. My mother and sister saw my haggard and exhausted face, and were both puzzled and heartbroken.

Clearly, this couldn't have been caused by arguing with my mother; there must be another reason. But
they couldn't possibly imagine that the real reason was that I was deeply entangled in lust for my mother.

"Jie, is something on your mind? Tell your mother, okay?" My mother looked anxious, completely unlike the stern and cold person she had been with during
the day . This was her true nature!

She gently stroked my hair, and naturally tried to pull me into her arms. This would have
been perfectly normal for us before, but now it was completely different. I felt like I'd been electrocuted
, and I pushed her away abruptly, backing away until I thought she couldn't reach me.

What a joke! Given the allure of my mother's body, let alone physical contact,
even just seeing her in sexy clothes would make my penis instantly erect if I couldn't control myself.
What if my erection pressed against her when she hugged me?

But my unusual behavior was clearly incomprehensible to my mother and sister; they were both stunned.

Mom snapped out of her daze and said sadly, "Jie, do you hate Mom?"

I shook my head and remained silent.

"My dear Mom, how can I explain this to you? I really want to openly hug you,
touch your skin, or comfortably enjoy your warm embrace and gentle caresses, but I
can no longer enjoy being close to you as innocently as before! Unless you can accept my
inappropriate thoughts about you," I thought helplessly.

"Sigh! It's because Mom was too strict with you, and you resent Mom, right?" Mom still
held onto her misunderstanding. She said somewhat disheartenedly, "Okay, Mom won't be as
strict ..."

"Mom, you really misunderstood." I said without explaining, and rushed out the door into
the bathroom . I realized that my penis had inevitably become erect again after Mom stroked my hair.

I ate some food casually at the dinner table and then left the dining room listlessly.
Chapter Two: Sleeping Together
I deeply realized that when I harbored improper thoughts towards my mother, the joy of breaking taboos
was fleeting, like a torrent that, no matter how turbulent, could not escape its inevitable
destruction.

After the brief, ephemeral joy dissipated, a torrent of pain would completely engulf my heart,
causing me to fall into a demonic path and sink into a sea of suffering.

I experienced pain I had never felt before. Since what happened that morning, I had no
energy in class; I was no longer the person I used to be.

Now, I am listless every day, almost a walking corpse, and unwilling to share my inner thoughts with anyone
. I knew it was impossible for anyone to understand my inner thoughts at that moment; otherwise, the situation would only
worsen. I couldn't help but imagine that I might be mistaken for a mental patient and forcibly sent to isolation for treatment.

Actually, I was overthinking it, but I was still young. Although I had learned
some , knowing that boys experience nocturnal emissions at a certain age, and
I used to joke about it with my classmates in class, not taking it seriously at all, my textbooks didn't teach me what to do if I had a nocturnal emission while
dreaming of my mother. Should I ask my
physiology teacher about this? That was obviously impossible, so I could only suffer in ignorance.

Actually, my mother had long sensed that something was wrong with me, but because I deliberately avoided contact and
communication , she could only watch helplessly and couldn't understand my situation. She couldn't possibly grasp
the root of the problem I was facing.

These past few days, there's been a new change at home: my mother suddenly stopped going to work. My sister told me she had resigned
from her job.

When I heard this news, I was very surprised. My mother is a semi-successful woman,
but that doesn't mean her career wasn't successful; it's just that while she was successful in her career, she
also took excellent care of her family. Therefore, half of her brilliance was overshadowed by her success as a housewife, but
in reality, she is a very successful woman.

I finally learned from my sister that Mom wanted to open her own beauty salon.

She said, "Mom gave up her career to take care of us before, but now that we're grown up,
she should have her own career too."

"So Mom is going to become a career woman," I said absentmindedly.

My sister said, "Of course, Mom has sacrificed so much for us in the past, so we must
support ."

"How do we support her?" I said dismissively, "That's an adult matter. Why are you
always nosy? Why do you meddle in everything? You're too young to be a housekeeper, you're still too young. Once you're married,
you can manage whatever you want."

I think maybe it's because I've recently developed a mother complex, so subconsciously I hope Mom
will develop into a family-oriented woman.

As I expected, my words immediately provoked my sister's fury, but I have my own
way of dealing with it: let her rage rage while I remain calm.

Time passed silently as usual, and my masturbation became more and more frequent. Each time, my fantasies
revolved around my mother; I'd imagined every part of her body countless times.
Afterwards I always felt ashamed and guilty. Plus, my sister told me that my mother was
transitioning to a career-oriented lifestyle, so I started trying to break this shameful habit.

Because I always chose the best time and place to masturbate, and
carefully , no one in my family knows I've developed this
habit. Therefore, the weakness and fatigue I experienced from masturbation were mistakenly attributed by my mother to my
excessive .

It's important to note that I'm currently in the second semester of eighth grade; after this summer,
I'll be in ninth grade and facing my first major exam—the high school entrance exam. Therefore, regarding my Oedipus complex...
Before this incident, I was very diligent and hardworking, requiring no prompting from my mother. I had this
self-discipline, largely thanks to her. She cultivated a habit of
diligence and studiousness .

My mother hasn't started her beauty salon yet, perhaps wanting to rest more,
but my deliberate distancing has completely robbed her of the mood for relaxation. I can tell she's
also very distressed.

In my opinion, overcoming my inappropriate thoughts about my mother relies mainly on willpower, starting with
trying to quit masturbation. However, this attempt quickly failed. I discovered that when faced with
the temptation , my supposedly strong willpower proved incredibly fragile. It wasn't
something that could be overcome simply by making some solemn vow. Therefore, I decided to gradually reduce the frequency of masturbation,
achieving my goal step by step. But after a week, while the frequency did decrease for the first two days
, I eventually lost control and returned to my original state. All my efforts were in vain.

For the last few weeks of this semester, I was completely preoccupied with this matter. When the final exams came, I
walked into the exam hall listlessly, and walked out listlessly as well. That's how I ended my second year of junior high with
the worst .

Finally, summer vacation arrived, and when my mother learned my grades, she was furious. She and my sister
interrogated .

"You better tell me the truth! What happened? I saw you studying really hard recently, how
did you get such grades?" my mother shouted angrily at me.

I thought, "Even if you beat me to death, I still won't confess." So I said guiltily, "There are always
times when . I tried my best, as you all saw. Maybe my intelligence is declining. It's not
my fault. Maybe I should take some medicine to improve my intelligence."

"A sophistry!" "

That's a sophistry."

My sister watched coldly, but I could tell from her expression that she seemed to be guessing something. She
might not be right, but it was definitely not something good. Her eyes were gleaming with cunning.

Sure enough, after Mom gave me a good scolding, she suddenly blurted out, "Mom,
it seems like my brother is in love. He must have fallen for a girl but hasn't been able to win her over . He
's heartbroken, which is why he's neglecting his studies and his grades have plummeted."

"Ah!" I almost jumped up. "How can you say that? Without any evidence..."

My sister giggled and said to Mom, "Mom, see, I guessed right,

didn't I?" "Ah Jie! Is that right?" Mom was clearly mostly convinced, and her slightly softened expression suddenly
turned .

At this point, I knew completely ignoring it wouldn't work; I had to come up with a reasonable explanation.
But the most crucial thing was to keep my mother from knowing I was fantasizing about her. That would be a far greater offense than neglecting
my studies . However, I didn't know how to explain it, so I tried to avoid the question. Finally, I impatiently
said, "Mom, I don't like any girl, it's just… ugh! How am I supposed to say this! I don't know how!
I really can't tell you this! I'm so annoyed! Please stop causing me trouble! I'm going to die!"
As I spoke, I became increasingly agitated, almost to the point of rambling incoherently.

Seeing me acting like a madwoman, my mother's attitude suddenly softened. She gently stroked my head and
said, "It seems something has happened to you that's causing you to miss your studies. Okay, Mom won't
pressure you anymore. Don't worry too much, things will work out eventually."

I was very pleased with my mother's comfort, and my heart was pounding. Undoubtedly, my wicked thoughts were back,
but this time I didn't have to worry about my erection hitting my mother. Since that day, I had been wearing
very tight underwear, which would prevent my restless thing from hitting
her . I don't think this method was my original idea; I just learned it on my own.

I simply hugged my mother, something I'd always dreamed of. My heart was quickly
filled with the sight of her two soft, fragrant breasts. I really wanted to immediately ejaculate my rock-hard erection, but
I wouldn't dare do it even if you paid me. This is a classic case of lust without courage. I could only hold my mother's body tightly, indulging in
unrestrained fantasies about her.

"Mom," I couldn't help but call out, my voice filled with exhaustion. Only then did I truly
understand that fantasizing is exhausting, and fantasizing about my own mother is exhaustion to the power of exhaustion.

My call filled my mother with tenderness, a gentle, spring-like love that soothed
every part of my body.

That night, I went to bed early, unlike usual, and didn't masturbate before sleep. Strangely,
after fantasizing with my mother, I felt satisfied and had no further sexual urges in my room.

That was good; I thought I could finally have a pure night.

But this thought hadn't lasted long when my mother suddenly came into my room.

She wasn't wearing shoes; her beautiful, translucent feet were bare. I only realized she was in when the light by my bed was turned on
, which startled me and simultaneously awakened the desire deep within me. She was wearing a loose-fitting slip dress, without a bra, which revealed

her nipples . Her long hair was styled in an elegant and beautiful updo, reminiscent of the flowing black hair of ancient women, exuding a languid and alluring charm. What truly aroused my lust was the low-cut dress, revealing her breathtakingly alluring breasts. It was like an abyss , and even knowing it, I still plunged headlong into it. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. My mother suddenly entered my room—what did she want? Thankfully, I wasn't so irrational as to think she was trying to force me into incest. She would never have such thoughts, and she hasn't yet realized her son has any. That's good; I have my chance . Sure enough, my mother's smile still carried the unique kindness and warmth of a mother. "Are you asleep?" my mother asked gently, lightly stroking my forehead with one hand. Then, she naturally and gracefully got into bed, pulled the covers over herself, and slept in the same bed with me, sharing the same blanket.

"Uh... I'm not asleep yet," I said guiltily.

"Sleep with Mom tonight. It's been a long time since we've slept together."

Of course, I had no reason to disagree. I dreamed about it all the time, but having sex was
out of the question. But what more could I ask for than sleeping with my mother, whom I longed for day and night?
So I hugged Mom close, greedily inhaling her alluring scent. I wasn't worried about
getting an erection. I always took precautions.

I suddenly wanted to stroke my mother's hair, but it was tied up, so I couldn't. Without
thinking , I blurted out, "Mom, I want to play with your hair..."

As soon as the words left my mouth, my face flushed, and my heart jumped to my throat.

Fortunately, my mother didn't seem to think of what I was thinking. Without any hesitation, she generously
agreed to my request, saying, "Then I'll put it down." Then she gently removed my arms from her body,
sat up, and took off her hair clip. Her long, black, shiny hair cascaded down her back and shoulders, and a delicate
fragrance wafted over.

Then Mom snuggled back into my bed, hugging me tightly and letting my hands wander behind her. I
finally got to stroke her soft hair. My desire surged.

"Jie, why won't you tell Mom what's on your mind now?" Mom gently stroked my back.

I stopped, placing my hand on her shoulder. I noticed her eyes were filled with tenderness as she
looked at me, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer her question, nor did I dare meet her burning gaze. I
silently looked away.

A moment later, I heard my mother's sad sigh. "It's because of what happened between your father and me, isn't it?"

I thought for a moment and suddenly felt that this was a reasonable explanation. So, I decided to use this as an excuse to back down,
pretending that my thoughts had been guessed, and said, "Mom, what... what happened?"

My mother suddenly looked directly into my eyes. Her gaze was very gentle, but I felt as if she could
see right through me.

Of course, she couldn't possibly see through my heart. I think no one in the world except myself
has that ability.

"Jie, this is an adult matter, don't overthink it, okay? You just need to know that no matter
what happens to your dad and mom in the future, mom will always love you, and your sister too. Mom
will never let go of either of you; you are both my lifeblood!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two streams of tears welled up in my mother's eyes.

I was shocked. My mother was crying! I had never seen my mother cry since I was born
, and now she was crying!

I suddenly felt lost and wanted to get up to call my sister, but Mom seemed to read my mind.
She grabbed me, sobbing, "I didn't expect Mom to cry, did I? Why can't Mom cry?
It hurts Mom so much that you're treating me like this!"

"Mom, it's all my fault. I was disobedient. I... I'll never do it again..." I
almost burst into tears myself, but I knew I couldn't cry now.

I realized Mom really cared about me too much. She felt she might lose me, that I wouldn't live with her in the future,
which was why she was so heartbroken. I shouldn't have lied to her. I regretted it so much!

"Mom, I won't leave you," I said resolutely.

"Then why are you distancing yourself from your mother? Isn't it because you feel she's too strict with you?"

"Absolutely not, Mom, I swear, absolutely not! I love you very much, and I can't bear
to leave you." As I spoke, I suddenly hugged my mother tightly. It was truly out of impulse;
unusually, this time it was genuinely pure. "Mom, please believe me."

My mother sighed, seemingly uncomfortable being held in my arms, and pulled away, saying, "Alright,
Mom believes you. Then why haven't you been close to me lately? Why haven't you been able to talk to me about your feelings? And why are you always
arguing with me?"

"I..." I didn't dare tell the truth. After stammering for a while, I made up a lie, saying, "It's because you're
too domineering, Mom. Out of 24 hours a day, only the seven hours I sleep are free. You even have to set a
time for meals, and you have to go for walks twice a day. I think I'm practically an adult now, and I want
more freedom. But I really don't hate you, Mom. I still like living with you. I
just hope you won't be so controlling in the future."

Mom thought for a moment, perhaps recalling the first time we had a conflict. It was because
I woke up late for no reason, and she wouldn't let me eat breakfast. That's when she started to get angry, so she believed me.

"Alright, Mom promises you, I'll give you some freedom from now on."

Mom quickly regained her strict motherly demeanor, gently pinching my cheek with one hand, and began to re-establish my
activity rules. "What Mom is talking about is appropriate freedom, understand? You don't have to get up so early,
but you can't be past 7:30. If you feel bored, you don't have to go for a walk, but you can't
spend half a day eating, that's unchangeable..."

By the time she finished announcing this, it was already a little past 7:30. Well, I can't sleep past 7:30 tomorrow either,
but I don't want to protest. I even hope she continues. As she talks, I hug her and
casually stroke her soft hair, feeling a comfort that goes straight to my heart.

After she finally finished speaking, I was momentarily overcome with a sudden impulse and boldly kissed her forehead lightly. Before she
could react, I said, "Mom, I love you."

Luckily, I did it naturally, so my mother naturally assumed my love was pure, the
love of a son for his mother. She smiled and gently returned my kiss.

I felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey, and I could almost smell the warmth and
fragrance emanating from where my mother had kissed me.

Perhaps I was too excited at that moment, because I suddenly did something restless: I pulled my mother's beautiful hair
down to her chest. Her long, smooth, black hair cascaded over her two full breasts, making my
heart flutter.

Fortunately, this didn't seem to exceed my mother's tolerance, so she just smiled contentedly,
watching me intently.

"Alright, stop playing and go to sleep. You can't be late for bed tomorrow," she said gently.

"Mom, give me one more kiss and I'll go to sleep," I pleaded.

Mom didn't refuse, leaned in, gently kissed my cheek, said "Goodnight,"
turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

Chapter 3: My sister This
was the first time I slept with Mom since she started fantasizing about her.

I slept especially comfortably and peacefully that night. I dreamt of Mom that night, but I didn't have a nocturnal emission
, and nothing particularly special happened in the dream; I couldn't remember the specifics when I woke up.

Strangely enough, I felt very relaxed when I woke up that morning. I woke up before my mother.
It was still quite dark outside, the morning light was rather weak. When I opened my eyes, I vaguely saw my mother's
alluring sleeping posture. Her jade-like legs were slightly bent, the shape of her feet was very sexy, her skin was like solidified cream, and her black hair was still
lazily draped over her chest—my masterpiece from last night. It was clear that my mother was sleeping very peacefully, without making any significant
movements . She was facing me from the side, and her low-cut nightgown allowed me to admire her breathtakingly alluring breasts. Because she
was sleeping on her side, her breasts were pressed tightly together, making them even more captivating. I secretly envied
myself . At that time, I could hold these beautiful breasts and suck milk to my heart's content. My eyes
moved up and when I saw her sweet face, I finally couldn't help but lean in and kiss her softly and lovingly.

I originally wanted to kiss her lips, but I was afraid of waking her up, so I had to do the next best thing and kiss her
face.

At this time, my penis was hard and the distance between it and my mother's vagina was less than ten centimeters, but I didn't feel as heavy a psychological burden
as before . I know my mother's sleep is very healthy and regular; she won't
wake up
easily until it's time . I thought that if I masturbated in front of my sleeping mother, or even boldly kissed her when I was about to climax, it would definitely be an unprecedentedly stimulating experience. But strangely, I only fantasized about it, letting time
slip away. Although the plan was entirely feasible, I never put it into action. And I
felt like I was too lazy to act.

At this moment, in such a beautiful scene, it was simply a perfect opportunity, a golden opportunity that wouldn't come
again . Yet, I only satisfied the fantasies hidden deep in my heart, too lazy to actually masturbate to
achieve greater pleasure. How strangely strange!

I felt a strange mix of surprise and delight, because it seemed to offer a glimmer of hope for
breaking .

In fact, I had never given up trying to quit, not even when I masturbated to orgasm while fantasizing about my mother's
naked body .

But if I acted on this idea, would I truly be able to break the habit?

Only time would tell. Let me explain this sudden thought: to spend more time with my mother,
to try and rekindle the love I felt as a son for her, in order to dilute my sexual desire for her.

However, as time went on, it became clear that this was essentially just an excuse for wanting to sleep with my mother indefinitely.

Yes, from then on, I became addicted to sleeping with my mom. Whenever my dad wasn't home, I would brazenly go to my mom's room and sleep in the same bed with her
for the night . Sometimes, my mom
would even come to my room to sleep with me.

What I found strange was that my mom
never as if she thought it was perfectly normal to sleep with her teenage son and that
there was nothing embarrassing about it.

When I realized this problem, I was already in the second semester of my third year of junior high school. In that nearly
year , I managed to reduce my masturbation to about three times a week, which I considered a huge
success. However, this was only possible if I slept with my mother frequently and secretly fantasized about her when I woke up alone at night.
It was fantasizing, not masturbating.

But it was precisely because I slept with my mother so often that my sexual desire for her became increasingly intense.
One night, I woke up feeling my penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode. I almost lost my mind and
tried rape my sleeping mother right there in bed.

Fortunately, I managed to pull myself back from the brink and avoid making a terrible mistake.

Don't assume that just because your mother doesn't object to sleeping with you, you can take advantage of her.
Absolutely not.

She has very clear boundaries. For example, while I can stroke her hair and put my arms around
her shoulders to sleep, she absolutely cannot accept me holding her in my arms. Before sleeping, I can kiss her
face and forehead, but never her lips, ears, or anywhere below her mouth. I know very well that those areas are sensitive for women, usually only kissed
during foreplay with a partner . I can't even kiss her hands; I can only hold and stroke them. There are other things, but I won't go into detail here. In short, those are her sore spots, and touching them will surely enrage her. Although my mother loves me very much, when she gets truly angry, especially when she's in the right, it 's no joke. So when I sleep with her, although I sometimes fantasize about her while she's asleep, I would never choose to cross her line. Getting back to the point, earlier I mentioned that I suddenly realized my mother didn't refuse my seemingly unreasonable requests at all , and sometimes even actively offered herself up and climbed into my bed to sleep with me. This was strange because I know other mothers would never treat their sons like this, yet judging from her bottom line, there's absolutely no way she intended to have incestuous sex with me. From my observation, she didn't even have the slightest thought of it. I racked my brains but couldn't find a reasonable explanation. I gradually realized more and more differences between my mother and other mothers. Other mothers would kiss their children out of love when they were young, perhaps before the age of ten, but they would generally stop kissing them after they reached adolescence. But now I am fifteen years old and about to graduate from junior high school, and my mother still hugs me and kisses my cheek or perhaps my forehead, and it is always such a light touch that it is quick and fleeting. Even so, every time it makes me feel comfortable to the core. I really can't think of a suitable explanation. If my mother had any intention of having sex with me, she was more determined to defend her bottom line than a soldier holding the line, which made me not even have the courage to test .

I have to admit that this problem is unsolvable. If I had to find a solution, it would be that my mother loves me just too much.

Sometimes there are two women in my bed, one of whom is my older sister.

At first, my sister would laugh at me for always wanting my mother to sleep with her, but I didn't think it was necessary
to care about her feelings.

My sister's body has developed very quickly, and now her figure is almost as voluptuous as my mother's, and her femininity
is gradually becoming stronger. I've gradually started to fantasize about her body and masturbate, but it's still relatively rare; I think about
my mother more often. However, I'm certain that I love my sister just as much. Just like with my mother, this
love includes both sexual and familial affection.

At the age when I was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, I had these two stunning beauties by my side every day, making
it hard for me not to feel sexually aroused by them.

However, I still didn't like my sister sleeping with my mother and me, because it forced me
to behave much more. I didn't dare to kiss my mother before bed, nor did I dare to reach behind her and stroke her soft hair.

That night, we slept in the same bed, with my mother in the middle and my sister and I on either side.

Nothing special happened that night, but I was too scared to get up in the morning. Mom thought I was sick
and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

I said, "No, just a little tired, I want to sleep a little longer."

As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that my sister had somehow gotten up and was sleeping next to me. I heard
her suddenly scream, then burst into laughter.

Mom asked curiously, "Rongrong, what are you laughing at?"

That's when I realized something was wrong! My sister had actually put her hand inside my pants…

"Mom, little brother had a wet dream…" my sister cried out, as if afraid the world wasn't chaotic enough, her hand covered in my
semen! That brat! How shameless! Doesn't she know what ladylike conduct is?

My face flushed red with embarrassment. This was so embarrassing! How could my sister do this? She didn't even consider my
feelings! I was furious!

But I was afraid my mother would scold me, so I kept my head down and didn't dare to breathe.

However, to my surprise, my mother didn't scold me, nor did she make a
fuss Instead, she generously and naturally tore off a piece of tissue and said gently, "Jie, don't be shy, this is
a normal reaction for boys. Come here, let Mom help you clean it up."

Before I could object, she pulled down my underwear and gently wiped the semen from inside.
She then glared at my sister and scolded, "Rongrong! You're not allowed to make fun of your brother. Boys having nocturnal emissions..." " It's perfectly normal
. Don't you ever have your period?"

My sister immediately deflated and stammered, "I just thought it was new because it was the first time I'd seen it with my own eyes,
hehe , little brother Jie, I'm sorry."

I didn't have time to pay attention to her because I was already in ecstasy. To clean more thoroughly, my mother
held my penis with her delicate hand, and then an incomparably comfortable pleasure traveled from her fingertips to my penis, and I immediately
became aroused and erect! My mother seemed unfazed, calmly wiping me down before pulling up
my pants . She said, "Alright, go take a shower and change your underwear. Don't be embarrassed. What
part of your body haven't I seen? Go on." After saying that, she tore off a piece of tissue and wiped
the semen .

As I left, I suddenly pinched my sister's butt, making her scream.

Immediately, I heard my mother laugh, "Serves you right!"

Seeing that even my mother wasn't defending her, my sister could only endure the pain and not argue with me.

I had just finished running the water and was about to take a shower when my mother suddenly brought in a clean set of pajamas for me. She put the clothes on
the hanger, then gently took my hand and softly asked, "Have you been masturbating lately?"

I was startled, my mind went blank, and I had no idea how to answer.

My mother reached out a delicate hand and gently stroked my face, saying softly, "It's okay. Mom
just wanted to tell you that although this kind of thing may make you happy, it's very harmful to your health. You must be moderate, understand?"

I immediately felt relieved. I had thought that after this embarrassing secret was revealed, my mother would definitely not let me off easily,
but she didn't blame me at all. I couldn't help but hope again and said, "I know,
I... I will definitely be moderate."

My mother nodded with satisfaction and asked again, "One week..." "How many times do you masturbate during this period?"

I held up my finger. "Three times."

My mother smiled gently. "That's normal. It seems you know how to control yourself even without me saying it. But
you don't have to keep this to yourself all the time, and don't feel ashamed of it.
Boys all do this, so you don't need to have too much of a psychological burden. Otherwise, you'll feel guilty, and it will cause
problems if you keep it bottled up for too long."

I hadn't expected my mother to be so tolerant. The huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for almost a year was finally lifted
.

I said, "I understand, thank you, Mom."

My mother smiled gently and left the bathroom.

After showering, I returned to my room and found my sister still asleep in my bed. She was wearing a soft nightgown
that revealed her exquisite
figure; her skin was as white as snow, her lips were red, her teeth were white, and her eyes were like autumn water—she was like a fine work of art. I secretly admired her beauty.

Thinking about it, I had to thank her; if she hadn't revealed my nocturnal emission to Mom earlier, I
wouldn't received Mom's gentle care and forgiveness.

I smiled and walked to the bedside. While my sister hadn't seemed embarrassed about what had just happened,
she now appeared shy. She noticed my gaze burning as I looked at her graceful body and immediately
turned her head away, pretending not to notice.

A sudden stirring ran through me.

I had never seen my sister so shy before. She was truly beautiful, so feminine, and it gave me a
thrill of conquest.

Without thinking, I climbed into bed, lay down next to her, and suddenly opened my arms to hug her.

She struggled slightly, but couldn't break free from my embrace. Then she looked up at me and said, "That's enough
. Don't push your luck."

I nodded, understandingly replying, "I know, I'm afraid Mom will find out too."

My sister chuckled, and I knew she had finally let go. She adjusted her position to make me
more comfortable and asked, "Little brother, who did you dream about last night?"

Actually, I had a wet dream last night because I dreamt about my sister. I hesitated for a moment before honestly answering,
"I dreamt about my sister."

My sister slapped my chest and scolded, "You're so pathetic. I didn't force you, and you confessed."

Suddenly, she asked, "When did this start?"

I said, "It started last year."

My sister said seriously, "Hmm, not too precocious. Is it always me in your dreams? Aren't there any other beautiful women
?"

Of course, I wouldn't dare say that I often fantasize about my mother's naked body and masturbate, but I couldn't say it was always her either.
"Of course it's not just you."

My sister pinched my cheek. "Hmph! So fickle! I've spoiled you for nothing! Tell me honestly, what other
beauties are you dreaming about?"

I stammered, "My female classmates, you wouldn't know them."

My sister laughed. "Maybe, but how many of your female classmates are fully developed? Most of them
are flat-chested. There are definitely some more mature ones, so tell me honestly."

She was open and generous. Dan's words truly surprised me. I said, "Okay, I'll be honest. I
often fantasize about one of my teachers, a language arts teacher. She has a great figure, but she's not as pretty as you,
and her skin isn't as fair and smooth."

My sister chuckled, "You smooth talker, trying to please your sister, huh?"

She suddenly rolled over, grabbed my arm, and said, "Lie flat on your back, let me rest my head on your arm."

I did as she said and lay flat on my back.

My sister rested her head on my arm, trying to get as close to my body as possible, and even let me put my arm around her shoulder with the hand she was using as a pillow
. At that moment, we were like a young couple who had just finished making love and were in a tender state.

I pressed myself against my sister's soft, supple body, instantly feeling a blissful sensation, no less intense than
when my mother's delicate hand had guided my penis.

I realized that from this moment on, my sister would hold an even more important place in my heart.

A moment later, I heard my sister's comfortable breath, and she suddenly said seriously, "Little brother, we
can't have sex."

"Okay," I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. My sister, like my mother, was very concerned about
her boundaries. She had now clearly told me her bottom line—I must never sexually
assault her.

Just then, I suddenly felt a cool sensation on my face; my sister was kissing me.

I was momentarily at a loss, but my sister remained remarkably calm. After the kiss, she rolled her eyes at me and said, "Look at
you, you're so spineless. You even fantasize about me in your dreams. I initiated the kiss, and now you're embarrassed?"

I smiled and tried to kiss her back, but she stopped me with her hand. It turned out there was a prior agreement: "Only kisses on the cheek."

I nodded, my eyes suddenly becoming affectionate. I moved closer to my sister's beautiful face and gently kissed her,
lingering for a long time.

My sister reached out and gently stroked my back, saying softly, "Alright, that's enough kissing for so long."

I suddenly leaned close to her ear, my breathing quickening, and mustered my courage to say, "Sister, I love you."

After saying that, I quickly looked at her expression.

My sister smiled happily and said, "No matter what kind of love you have, I'm happy because I
love you too, little brother Jie."

I felt a sweet warmth in my heart and couldn't help but reach out to stroke her face.

Her skin was soft and smooth; touching it made every cell in my body feel
pleasure.

My gaze suddenly shifted to her chest. Like my mother, she liked to wear low-cut nightgowns
without a bra, and I could clearly see her alluring breasts.

My sister quickly noticed my gaze, suddenly grabbed my hand, and said seriously, "Your breasts are very sensitive
; you're not allowed to touch them."

She then went on to announce many other parts of her body that I was not allowed to touch.

I obediently agreed, and in the end, I managed to secure a right:
to kiss the back of her hand when it was just the two of us.

"Little brother, it's a deal. No crossing the line, understand?"

"Understood," I replied.

After saying that, I gently kissed her again, and she closed her eyes, enjoying my kiss.
Chapter Four: Sister
Complex That morning, by chance, my sister and I opened up to each other, boldly declaring our deeply hidden
desires that transcended morality.

My older sister is eighteen this year, the true bloom of youth, easily moved by emotions. She has always loved me dearly,
and perhaps it was when she discovered my wet dream that morning and saw my private parts—a boy's genitals
are that the love that was originally for her younger brother
bravely broke through the constraints of ethics and morality, giving rise to romantic love.

However, because we received a relatively strict traditional education from our mother from a young age, we
are more afraid of the consequences of our actions than the average person. Therefore, the desires we experience are still largely
constrained by ethics and morality.

A clear indication of this is that neither of us dares to let our mother find out about this secret.

At this moment, my tongue lingered on my sister's delicate skin, as if we were one, my nerves were completely occupied by an
unprecedented sexual pleasure, as if my whole body was about to float up.

Because I had been kissing her for so long, my sister had already come to her senses. She cupped my face in her hands and
gently scolded me, "Little brother, you're being silly again! Kissing for so long, what will we do when Mom comes in and we don't know?"

Hearing this, I immediately pulled my lips away and noticed a faint hickey on my sister's fair face. A little
worried asked, "You left a mark, should we wash it off?"

My sister didn't seem to care, casually wiping it away and saying, "Why wash it? It'll be fine soon."

Then she added, "I felt really good too."

Only then did I realize that women also enjoy sex and intimacy.

Since it was getting late, and we were worried that Mom would come in to wake us after preparing breakfast, we had to
get up.

My older sister went to wash up by herself, and Mom was busy preparing breakfast. Feeling I had nothing to do, I went to
my sister's room.

My sister is a very clean person; her room was impeccably tidy and had a faint, refreshing
fragrance . On her desk were photos of her, Mom, and me—surprisingly, no photos of Dad. That's understandable, because...
My father's preference for sons over daughters was so severe it was almost incomprehensible. Perhaps from
the day , he never really cared about her, treating her with extreme indifference. Therefore, my sister
practically lived in a single-parent family. She outwardly responded to her father's coldness with indifference, but I think
she did crave his love.

On the soft bed sat a plush, incredibly lifelike and cute teddy bear, the one who often
slept with my sister. I thought I could take its place someday.

Next to the bed was my sister's dressing table, neatly organized and very ladylike.

I couldn't help but sit down in front of the dressing table, facing the mirror, playing with my sister's jewelry.

After my sister finished washing up, she returned with her bare, sparkling feet. Seeing that she hadn't yet done
her hair, I suddenly had a sudden inspiration. I stood up, gently took her hand, and said, "Sister, come sit down, I'll comb your
hair."

My sister smiled and obediently sat down in front of me, so her head was just at my waist.

She handed me the comb and said, "Then comb it."

I saw her face full of enjoyment in the mirror, her eyes full of tenderness. I really wanted to kiss her, but
I restrained myself.

As I took the comb, I suddenly bent down, leaned close to the top of her head, and deeply inhaled the fragrance of her hair,
sincerely praising, "Sister, you smell so good."

"Smell good? Then smell as much as you like," my sister said, her heart filled with joy.

I straightened up with a smile and began to carefully comb her hair.

My fingers gently brushed past her ears, my fingertips touching her delicate earlobes, and I couldn't help but linger
there.

"Silly little brother, hurry up and comb your sister's hair," my sister urged with a smile.

I picked up a strand of soft hair between my two fingers, playing with it fascinated, and said, "Sister, would you like to wear
earrings ?"

My sister had her ears pierced a long time ago, but she didn't wear earrings often, and I thought they would look very beautiful on her.

My sister looked up at me with her pretty face, her eyes meeting mine gently, and asked, "Do you like them?"

I nodded. "I think they'll look beautiful on you."

She happily opened a drawer, took out an exquisite jewelry box, and pulled out
a pair

of crystal earrings she had bought a long time ago. She handed them to me, saying, "I haven't worn them in a long time. Here, help me put them on." "Okay," I replied excitedly. As I took the crystal earrings, I took her soft, delicate
hand and, without asking her opinion, brought it to my lips and gently kissed it.

My sister didn't resist; she silently enjoyed the love conveyed by my kiss.

I carefully put the earrings on for her, gazing at her beautiful face in the mirror with fascination.

"Am I pretty?" my sister suddenly asked gently.

I said, "Of course you're beautiful, my sister! How could you not be beautiful? More beautiful and more holy than an angel!"

My sister smiled contentedly and said, "Then hurry up and comb your hair, we have to rush to school."

She was still wearing a low-cut spaghetti strap nightgown. The fabric of the nightgown felt very smooth, and visually it looked like flowing
milk. I would occasionally look down and see her deep cleavage. She could see
my actions in the mirror, but she didn't object, so I became bolder. Suddenly, I reached out and touched her face, sometimes playing with
her soft black hair.

I said sincerely, "Sister, I'm so happy because of you."

My sister's face lit up with joy. She took my hand and said emotionally, "Sister too."

Then she said, "Little brother, you're done combing your hair."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, turned around, smiled, and gently stroked my face with her jade-like hand. "
Come pick me up from my school after school this afternoon."

Since my school didn't have a high school section, my sister and I didn't go to the same school.
The two schools were quite far apart, so we usually went home separately after school.

Now my sister asked me to pick her up after school, of course, so that we could
spend time . There would definitely be plenty of sweet talk during that time. Although the time would be short, it would be precious.

I happily agreed, "Okay."

My sister suddenly spoke in a commanding tone, "From now on, this will be every day, rain or shine, understand?"

Her tone had a hint of a romantic date, and I felt an unprecedented excitement. I obediently replied,
"Understood."

My sister said, "Go back and change your clothes, we're going out."

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, I wrapped my arms around my sister's shoulders and pleaded, "Sister, I
want to see you…see you change, I want to see your body, okay?"

My sister wasn't embarrassed by my words, but chuckled and said, "That won't do."

I insisted, "Why not? I've seen your naked body when I was little."

"Hehe, how can that compare? Back then, I wasn't even developed yet. How can I let you see me now?
Don't even think about it!"

"Sister..." I suddenly pulled her arms tighter, pressing her breasts against my chest. Feeling a plea,
I pleaded, "I just want to see. I've never seen a mature woman's body before, sister...
please let me see, okay? I really want to see!"

But my sister was adamant about not giving in, forcefully breaking free from my embrace. Her tone suddenly
hardened , "Absolutely not! There's no room for negotiation. Go change your clothes now."

Hearing this, I felt a pang of disappointment. It seemed there was no chance of getting a good look today,
so I stopped pestering her. Partly, I didn't want to force her, and partly, I was afraid my sister would really get angry with me.

Seeing my unhappy expression, my sister seemed to feel sorry for me. She suddenly
kissed me lightly on the cheek, her expression returning to its previous gentleness. She said softly, "Go change your clothes first. I'll
just wear my underwear for you to see, okay?"

My heart skipped a beat. I thought this was a good compromise, so I obediently went back to my
room and changed into my clothes as fast as I could. Then I went to check on my mother, figuring she
wouldn't have breakfast ready for a while, before excitedly heading to my sister's room.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that my sister was indeed only wearing a white bra and white panties,
sitting sprawled on the bed like a stranded beauty, her full breasts protruding, revealing her sexy buttocks, her shapely calves, and her
slender feet, with her cute little toes slightly bent and the insteps resembling a gentle and smooth slope.

The bright wrist is raised slightly, and the jade fingers hold a strand of black hair scattered around the ear. The head is slightly tilted to the left, and the eyes are like
a bird's eyes .

The shoulders are as if cut, the neck is as if made of snow, the waist is as slender as a willow supporting the wind, and the hair is slightly messy but beautiful against the naked skin.

She asked tenderly, "Does it look good like this?"

I was intoxicated by my sister's beauty, my breathing was rapid, my mind was a little confused, and I said mechanically, "It's so beautiful."

"Then you look good, and let my sister be your sexual fantasy object in the future. In your dreams,
your current appearance will always remain."

I think, even without your reminder, I will do it myself.

My sister didn't give me much time before she put on her short skirt.

Seeing that I had come to my senses, my sister smiled sweetly, suddenly picked up her shirt and tossed it to me, saying, "You help
me put it on."

I excitedly agreed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and enjoyed dressing her.

My sister is currently a senior in high school, so of course she has to wear a school uniform. The girls at her school wear
short skirts that go past the knees, and collared t-shirts on top.

After I finished dressing my sister, a sudden thought struck me. I gently hugged her slender waist from behind,
my lips almost touching her ear, and recited the beautiful lines from Tao Yuanming's "Idle Feelings": "I wish to be the collar of her garment, to
receive the remaining fragrance of her beautiful head; I grieve for the separation at night, and lament the endless autumn night!"

I wish I were a belt to bind her slender figure; alas, the changing temperatures may force her to shed her old clothes for a new one!

I wish I were a balm to brush her dark hair against her slumped shoulders; I grieve for the beauty's frequent bathing, her skin withered by the cold water!

I wish I were an eyebrow pencil to gracefully sway with her gaze; I grieve for the freshness of her makeup, which may be ruined by her elaborate attire!

I wish I were a mat to comfort her frail body in the depths of autumn; I grieve for the need for a brocade mat, which is sought after only a year!

I wish I were silk to make shoes to accompany her simple feet; I grieve for the constraints of her movements, which leave them abandoned before her bed!

I wish I were a shadow in the daytime, always following her form east and west; I grieve for the abundant shade of the tall trees, which sometimes offers different views!

I wish I were a candle in the night, illuminating your beautiful face between the pillars; I grieve for the rising sun's light, its fading and hiding its brilliance!

I wish I were a bamboo fan, its gentle grip carrying sorrow; I grieve for the morning dew, its pale veil shrouding my sleeves! I

wish I were a paulownia tree, a zither to play on my lap; I grieve for the joy that turns to sorrow, its final push ending the music!

From childhood, I have been well-versed in classical Chinese literature and poetry, able to recite many masterpieces. This is not a deliberate attempt to delve deeper,
but spontaneous expression of my feelings. These beautiful lines best express my deep affection for my sister.

Listening to my rhythmic recitation, my sister quickly became captivated, her body softly sinking into my embrace,
accompanied by the warm fragrance of her jade-like form. I touched her smooth skin again, a gentle warmth slowly
flowing into my heart.

I could feel her body relax; she seemed to have completely surrendered herself to
me.

Her body temperature mingled with mine, and we both felt the intense desire within each other,
yet we had to stop ourselves at that close distance.

"Little brother, you're a man who can make women's hearts flutter. When you mature,
many beautiful girls will definitely come after you," she sighed.

When Mom came in to call us for breakfast, we had already separated.

At the table, my sister suddenly said, "Mom, my brother and I won't be home for lunch. We've decided to
go to the city library to study."

This was definitely an idea she came up with on a whim; I had no idea, but I liked it. As

soon as I looked up, I was met with a smug glance from my older sister.

My mother wasn't surprised, because both of us were in the sprint stage at that moment. I was trying to get into
a top high school, and my sister was trying to get into a top university. So my mother readily agreed, but
asked with some concern, "You two don't even rest at noon, can you handle it?"

I said, "Mom, it's okay, aren't we going to bed later now than before?"

Actually, for me, the pressure of getting into a top high school wasn't that heavy; I
could .

As for my older sister, she was a renowned talent at school, but if she wanted to get into Tsinghua or Peking University, she would have to be ruthless and
work incredibly hard to have a better chance of success. However, she might not be willing to leave Mom and me to
study so far away. I think she would most likely choose a top university in our city or another nearby city in the south.
If she performed normally, she would definitely be fine.

From then on, my sister and I were inseparable, but no one could discover our secret
affair.

Mom was still the same as before. I secretly loved her, longed for love and sex with her,
but she didn't respond at all. It was all just unrequited love on my part. Her love for me was a mother's
love as deep as the sea. Her beauty salon opened last year, so she's very busy now, but she
still insists on being home before noon and 7 pm to take good care of my sister and me. It seems that while she's pursuing
a career , she hasn't considered giving up her role as a housewife.

As for Dad, we often neglect him.

My sister and I spend every noon together at the city library, studying diligently. My sister is
a humanities student, while I excel in both humanities and sciences. In humanities, my strengths lie in writing essays
and composing classical Chinese poems; in this area, I can easily guide my sister, who started learning three years earlier than me.

Although my science grades are also good, I'm far from being proficient in high school math, physics, and chemistry.

With less than two months until my sister's college entrance exam, her mock exam results had just come out.
When I went to pick her up that afternoon, I noticed she didn't look too happy and was only forcing a smile.
I didn't ask much and was about to walk home with her. But then a pretty long-haired girl walked over and
called out, "Li Rongrong, please wait a moment."

My sister was clearly even more unhappy, but she still reluctantly stopped and said to the pretty girl,
"Xiao Yu, is there something you need?"

I was giving this girl named Xiao Yu a rather unceremonious look. She was really pretty, almost
as pretty as my sister, but she seemed more gentle and charming. I instantly came to a conclusion from her eyes: she
was a girl who was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

Xiao Yu also sized me up, and at the same time, she didn't say what she was going to say earlier. She asked her sister
with great curiosity, "Who is he?"

Her sister said impatiently, "My brother. Just say what you have to say."

Seeing my sister's cold attitude towards Xiao Yu, I stopped paying her any attention.

So what if she's pretty? I have two beauties in my family. I thought to myself.

Xiao Yu, sensing the situation, stopped bothering me and suddenly said sincerely to my sister, "Li Rongrong,
I really didn't mean anything against you in class just now. If you're still unhappy, I can apologize
..."

My sister suddenly interrupted with a laugh, "Alright, who needs your apology? Do you think I really care about you? It's okay
!"

I was secretly puzzled. What was going on? In my memory, my sister wasn't this fickle.

Xiao Yu looked equally confused and hesitated, "You really...forgive me?"

Her sister smiled broadly and said generously, "Yes, I'm not a petty person. See, I really forgive you
."

What conflict had happened between them in class just now? I was very curious, but I didn't press her for
details.

It was probably just a trivial matter, I thought. Otherwise, why would her sister be so easygoing?

Xiao Yu happily extended her hand to her sister, saying, "Can we be friends from now on? I'm new here, so please
take care of me."

Her sister suddenly grabbed my hand, saying, "No problem, treat us to a meal, consider it a get-to-know-you dinner."

Xiao Yu readily agreed, "Okay."

She then flagged down a car. I hesitated, but her sister pulled me into the car without further ado.

"A beautiful lady is treating you, why are you being so polite?" her sister teased me with a laugh.

It turned out Xiao Yu hadn't been in this city long. She said she had to move here because of family reasons, and
now, with the college entrance exam so close, she had to transfer schools, which showed how serious her family situation was.

In the taxi, Xiao Yu and I formally introduced ourselves.

Compared to before, my sister's complexion had improved dramatically; she was practically a different person. Even I, who am so close to her
, couldn't help but marvel at how quickly her expression changed!

Xiao Yu didn't suspect anything. Seeing that she seemed genuinely not angry with him anymore, he cheered up and
suddenly joked, "These past few days, I've seen you, Rongrong, being picked up by a guy every day after school. I thought
he was your boyfriend."

My sister cheerfully added, "If I'd known, I wouldn't have let you know he's my brother. I would have just pretended I really had such a
young and handsome boyfriend."

As soon as she finished speaking, my sister and I exchanged a knowing glance, secretly enjoying
the thrill .

Xiao Yu said, "It's great that he's a younger brother. I really envy you. Having such a big brother
is wonderful. At least you don't have to be as lonely as I am now. I can't even find someone my age to chat with."

Suddenly, her older sister looked at Xiao Yu with a half-smile and said, "So, do you think my brother is handsome? Why don't you let him be your
boyfriend?"

I was taken aback. Why was my sister saying such nonsense? And in front of the driver!

Xiao Yu, however, took it as a joke and didn't pay much attention, saying, "He is very handsome, but you should
keep for yourself. These days, relationships between older women and younger men are very enviable."

I didn't want to object to her saying that; I truly loved my sister.

The older sister didn't object. She laughed and said, "Fine, don't worry about it. My brother isn't unwanted
. In two years, when he's more manly, there will be plenty of beautiful women vying for him. Don't regret it then."

She paused, then suddenly added, "Besides, my brother is a rare talent. Xiao Yu, don't you like
classical Chinese literature and poetry? My brother reads these classical texts like they're modern Chinese."

"Really that amazing?" Xiao Yu suddenly became interested and looked at me, saying, "Can you really read classical Chinese as
easily as you read modern Chinese?"

That was true, because I really like the history of the Three Kingdoms, the Jin Dynasty, the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the Song Dynasty.
So I often went to the library to look up historical materials on these topics. At first, I mostly read
academic works by modern historians, but after reading so many of these works, I gradually
began to . They just find evidence in ancient documents to support their arguments.
Before stating their own views, they always copy out a few passages of classical Chinese. I thought it would be better to just look up historical documents myself,
so I decided to learn classical Chinese.

I didn't mince words and said, "Pretty much, but there are times when

I need to look things up in the dictionary." "That's much better than having to carry around an entire classical Chinese dictionary to get through it!" Xiao Yu said enviously.
"By the way, I see you two siblings go to the city library to study every noon.
Can ?"

I didn't offer any opinion on this, but gestured for her to ask my sister's opinion.

Xiao Yu said, "Rongrong, I'd like to ask your brother to tutor me in classical Chinese. You won't have any objections, will you?"

My sister smiled meaningfully and said, "No problem at all. As long as my brother is willing, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, she made a phone call to ask her mother for leave.

When the taxi stopped, I found the environment quite elegant. I looked out the window and
was immediately surprised to find that it was the Dragon King Water Palace, which even had a high-end casino. She really spared no
expense.

My sister probably felt the same way I did. Before she even got out of the car, she said to Xiao Yu, who was settling the bill with the driver,
"Just have a simple meal, there's no need to spend so much."

Xiao Yu insisted on pulling us out of the car, laughing and saying, "How can we be casual? I genuinely
want to friends with you... Oh, and your brother too, he'll be my classical Chinese teacher from now on. This meal is both
a friendship-building feast and an apprenticeship ceremony, it has to be grand."

Seeing her say this, we didn't dare to persuade her any further, and followed her into the Dragon King Water Palace.

The meal here was incredibly expensive, so the service was, of course, impeccable; you could practically enjoy
the treatment of an ancient noble family.

Even so, my sister and I weren't intimidated by the situation. We're not
people who haven't seen big occasions before, and we enjoyed the meal comfortably and quietly—because we were raised
to not speak while eating or sleeping, unless it was a social occasion. But my sister and I both felt that this wasn't a social occasion
.

Xiao Yu, who had originally hoped to use the meal to strengthen her relationship, had no choice but to reluctantly accept
the ancient rule of not speaking while eating or sleeping.

After the meal, seeing that she hadn't achieved her goal, Xiao Yu suggested again, "How about we go to..."
"Singing? I just finished my mock exam, and tomorrow's the weekend, so let's relax a bit."

My sister readily agreed. "Okay, let's go! This time it's my brother and I treating you."

After agreeing on this, we ate some fruit, sat for a while, and then left the Dragon King Water Palace to find a karaoke bar.

Although there were only three of us, my sister still booked a large, VIP-sized room and ordered a dozen
beers. After the waiter adjusted the lights and equipment and left, we got into the swing of things.

I prefer instrumental music, and as for pop music, I mostly like Chinese-style songs . My sister is a karaoke enthusiast with a good voice, but if we're talking about who's the best, Xiao Yu is

definitely the best of the three . I thought she sang even better than the original, so I felt too embarrassed to take the microphone. I listened to their sweet voices while drinking and eating, gradually becoming quite captivated. My sister and Xiao Yu seemed particularly close. I thought they had a disagreement that afternoon, and my sister's change of heart was so quick; even when they made up, it didn't happen that fast. Now they were arm in arm, looking like a couple. You'd be wrong, they're both women. "Xiao Jie, don't drink so fast, you'll get drunk easily," Xiao Yu started calling me that after This made us feel much closer, but she had clearly said she wanted me to be her classical Chinese teacher. What kind of student calls their teacher that? But I didn't argue with the pretty girl and generously accepted the address. I said, "Yeah, you're right. I feel a little nauseous." Actually, I didn't really feel nauseous; I was just bloated from drinking and needed to pee. But when she mentioned it, a crazy idea suddenly popped into my head, and I couldn't help but secretly give my sister a look. My sister is no ordinary person; after receiving my look, she frowned slightly, showing hesitation . Xiao Yu didn't seem to notice our actions and said rather nervously, "Ah, then let's go to the bathroom quickly." "Okay," I replied, then glanced at my sister before going into the bathroom. I closed the door but didn't lock it, comfortably relieved myself, and then waited anxiously for my sister to come in . Not long after, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw my sister say a few words to Xiao Yu. Because the stereo was too loud, I couldn't hear what she was saying, but the next moment I saw her walking towards me. My heart suddenly raced, and my whole body became excited. After my sister came in, she carefully locked the door, turned around and said to me, "Come on, tell me, what kind of mischief ?" I mustered up my courage and said to my sister, "Sister, my lower body is so swollen, can you help me?" As I spoke, I stepped forward, took my sister's hand, and gently kissed the back of her hand. My sister looked at me strangely and said, "You want me to help you masturbate?" I nodded repeatedly, "Sister, okay?" "This..." My sister didn't refuse outright, but she seemed a little embarrassed and said hesitantly, "Xiao Yu is outside . What if she finds out?" I said, "We'll be careful, she won't find out." "What kind of excuse is that?" my sister muttered, then suddenly her eyes lit up with a playful smile, and she said, "If she finds out, then I'll help you take her right there and then. I'm sure once , she won't dare to cause trouble for us, and she'll obediently become your woman, how about that?" "Ah!" I was taken aback by my sister's audacity, "Sister, are you kidding me?" "Who's joking with you?" my sister said firmly. "Pull your pants down now." With that, she agreed to masturbate me! I was so excited that I ignored her bold idea and immediately pulled down my pants, revealing my penis, which was already as hard as an iron rod. "Little brother, you're so impressive!" my sister said, laughing as she reached out and grasped my penis. I felt an instant wave of pleasure wash over me, my pores practically opening up, and I almost groaned out loud. I exclaimed, "Sister, your hands are so soft , practically boneless! They feel so good to hold!" "Feels good, doesn't they? You'll be in heaven soon," my sister said gently, her other hand lightly around my waist. "Why don't you sit here? It'll be easier for me to help you." She was referring to the edge of the sink, which was indeed the perfect height. I sat down as instructed, and sincerely said, "My dear sister, you are so gentle and considerate, I love you to death ." My sister smiled sweetly and began to slowly manipulate my penis, saying, "In this world, I would only be so gentle and considerate to you, my little brother." I was so moved that I didn't know what to say. At that moment, waves of pleasure traveled from my penis to my brain, impacting my soul. I felt as if I was about to ascend to heaven. I couldn't help but hug my sister's fragrant shoulders, lowered my head to smell her hair, as if inhaling the air of a celestial being. My lips were tickled by her soft hair, which felt very comfortable. I gradually moved to her ear, and then to her fair cheek, gently kissing it and lightly licking it with the tip of my tongue. "Mmm." My sister suddenly let out a comfortable moan. She was actually experiencing pleasure . I felt incredibly proud; I had brought my sister sexual pleasure too! "Sister, is it good?" I asked, knowing the answer already. My sister's breathing became slightly rapid, clearly aroused, but she maintained her authority as the older sister. She said firmly, "It's very good, but please don't kiss any other sensitive spots, okay?" Although somewhat disappointed, I nodded in agreement. I couldn't bear to force my sister; even if she showed the slightest reluctance, I would respect her wishes. At this moment, my sister's stroking speed noticeably increased, causing my pleasure to intensify dramatically. We were face-to-face, only millimeters apart, our breaths mingling. Suddenly, my gaze drifted downwards, wanting to see her breasts, but she was wearing a school uniform, so I couldn't get my way, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. My sister smiled sweetly, "Don't be discouraged. I'll wear a nightgown tonight, without a bra, so you can see as much as , okay?" "Dear sister, you're so good to me," I said gratefully. My sister said, "Little brother, I have a question , and you have to answer honestly." "Go ahead," she gestured with her lips towards the outside, and said, "Xiao Yu is a great beauty, no less so than me, don't you want her?"

I was slightly surprised, not expecting her to ask me this question during this moment of ecstasy. After thinking for a moment, I
answered honestly, "Of course I have sexual desire."

My sister smiled mischievously, "You're honest enough. So what are you hesitating for? She asked you to tutor her in classical Chinese,
you have a great opportunity."

I shook my head and said, "I already have you, sister, so it's okay to fantasize about her occasionally."

My sister glared at me, "You're really pathetic. Of course, I'm yours now, but what reason do you have
to keep me for life? You have to find a woman you can be open about."

"This..." I really couldn't answer her question. Yes, no matter how good my sister is to me, I
have no reason to keep her for life. She will eventually get married.

The thought of my sister possibly having sex with another man in the future suddenly made me feel a little sour.

My sister, shrewd as a devil, immediately saw through my thoughts and smiled gently, "Alright, don't think so
far ahead. Even if I were to get married, it wouldn't be so soon. You'll have me all to yourself for at least seven or eight years.
Aren't you satisfied?"

Hearing this, I felt a little comforted and asked, "Sister, do you have a boy you like at school?"

"What, are you afraid someone will steal me away?" My sister smiled gently. "Don't worry, I
haven't met any other men I like besides you. Besides, even if I did, how could I
bear to make you sad?"

"Then I'm relieved." I breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, I was really afraid that my sister would fall for another boy.

My sister said, "Getting back to the point, what I just told you, Xiao Yu is such a beautiful woman, you have to make
a move . I really can't bear to see her snatched away by some other stinky man."

I said, "But, I'm afraid you won't be happy, sister."

My sister said, "Don't worry about me, I won't be jealous of her, as long as you have me in your heart."

I reluctantly agreed, "Then I'll give it a try."

My sister looked down at my penis and said, "You've been wearing it for so long, how are you feeling? Are you close to orgasm
?"

I was feeling really good, and what she said was like an aphrodisiac.

Instantly, my penis, already on the verge of eruption under my sister's delicate hands, was panting heavily. I suddenly
jumped off the sink, and without waiting for her consent, roughly picked her up, holding her
tightly , one hand pressing down on her buttocks, her feet already off the ground.

"What are you doing?" my sister asked somewhat flusteredly.

I didn't answer, and forcefully thrust my penis, which had just broken free from her delicate hands, against her vulva,
rubbing it rapidly. Even through her short skirt, my penis could still feel the soft flesh of my sister's vulva.
Instantly a torrent of sexual pleasure rushed to my brain. After about twenty rubs, a gush
of hot semen spurted out, shooting into my sister's vulva.

I pressed my sister's body against mine with all my might, ejaculating for a few seconds. During this time, I
felt her body tremble slightly; for a moment, her whole body tensed, but
quickly relaxed, nestled obediently in my arms.

Although my actions crossed the line we had previously agreed upon, my sister didn't blame me.

As she felt my climax, she gently stroked my head and back, letting me hold her tightly
.

As my climax began to subside, I deeply kissed my sister's jade-like forehead.

It took me a long time to catch my breath; it had been incredibly stimulating, yet also incredibly dangerous.

By this time, I had calmed down a bit and suddenly realized that my sister was nestled obediently in my arms. However, because I
had hugged her so tightly, she was having some difficulty breathing. I immediately let go of her apologetically and said, "Sister, I'm sorry,
just now..."

"You don't need to say anything. It was very exciting, wasn't it?" my sister said gently with a smile, without any hint of blame. She gently stroked my face
with her delicate hand . "I could feel your whole body shaking like an earthquake."

I nodded. "It was very exciting, thank you, sister."

My sister said, "But you mustn't do that again next time. Look at you, you shot it all over my clothes."

As she spoke, she looked down at her short skirt and saw a wet patch on her genitals.

After seeing it, I felt apologetic and secretly blamed myself. I must have been out of my mind to do
something so dangerous. I said to my sister regretfully, "Sister, you don't know how dangerous that was.
I almost... almost..." I suddenly couldn't finish my sentence.

"Almost what?" my sister asked.

I forced myself to say, "I almost raped you, sister! I deserve to die!"

"Pfft!" My sister covered her mouth and chuckled, completely unconcerned. "Rape your sister? Humph! You wouldn't dare! You would
n't dare even if you had a hundred lives! Okay, enough talk. Let me wash you down there, then you can
go out . I still need to wash the semen you sprayed on my skirt, otherwise if Xiao Yu sees it
... hehe!"

Saying this, she turned on the tap, her delicate hand guiding my limp penis, carefully washing it.
Chapter Five:
In the bathroom, my sister gently washed my penis. She lowered her head, and I couldn't resist kissing her
hair, its fragrance filling my mouth.
My sister looked up and gave me a charmingly coquettish glare. "Alright, you're clean now. I'll go out first so
Xiao Yu suspicious."

I obediently put my pants back on, washed my face, and the excitement from the orgasm gradually subsided.
Then I pretended to have just vomited and went out.

"Are you alright?" Xiao Yu asked me with concern.

"I'm fine, but we've had enough fun. It's time to go back."

Xiao Yu looked at my sister, seeking her opinion with her eyes.

"Hmm, okay, let's go back now... But there's still some wine left. Don't
waste it . Xiao Jie, you're a man, so it's your responsibility."

"Ah... isn't that a bad idea? I'll get drunk..." I protested.

My sister glared at me, her pretty eyes flashing with a hint of menace. "You dare disobey your sister?"

"Fine... fine."

I had no choice but to pick up the bottle and start drinking.

"Rongrong, this isn't good, look, Xiaojie's face is all red from drinking..."

Xiao Yu suddenly spoke up for me, which touched me.

But for some reason, my sister wouldn't let it go. "So what if he's drunk? It's not like no one's going to help him home."

Upon hearing this, I immediately guessed what my sister was up to, and I was secretly delighted. So she was
creating an opportunity for me; she's such a good sister! So I started drinking voraciously, and in no time,
I finished the rest of the wine. Suddenly, I felt dizzy and couldn't stand up. I stammered,
"Sister... I... I'm really drunk."

"Okay, let's go back then," my sister said, supporting me. "Xiao Yu, don't just watch, come and
help me too."

We soon reached the roadside, and my sister said she would flag down a car, leaving Xiao Yu to help me walk.

Xiao Yu was indeed a great beauty. Leaning against her fragrant shoulder, emboldened by my slight intoxication, I
pretended rub against her snow-white neck.

Xiao Yu's resistance was weak and ineffective against my advances. However, she assumed I was drunk
and acting out of sorts, so she didn't really blame me. She was just trying to cope, and
probably a little annoyed.

I was indeed somewhat disoriented initially, but after inhaling a few breaths of Xiao Yu's fragrance, I felt aroused
and some clarity. Having just had my sister help me release my pent-up desires, I now felt a renewed urge.

My sister flagged down a car, and after helping Xiao Yu into it, she went to the front seat,
deliberately leaving Xiao Yu and me alone in the back.

Xiao Yu frowned slightly, lost in thought. With her intelligence, she should have already guessed that her sister was deliberately
creating an opportunity for her and me. Although she seemed somewhat dismissive of such an opportunity, she did not explicitly refuse it.

I was actually somewhat sober, but I pretended to be completely drunk, clinging tightly to the beautiful Xiao's arm, and muttering
in my , "I told you... I can't drink that much, but you... you insist on forcing me to drink, I don't care
anymore... when we get home, you... you have to carry me upstairs..." Then

I heard Xiao Yu's clear laughter. She said to her sister sitting in front of her, "Rongrong, you
've got what you deserve , let's see how you carry your little brother upstairs..."

"Laugh, you dare laugh..." I only considered Xiao Yu my sister, so I took the opportunity to hug her neck,
intending to blaspheme her wantonly.

"Hey...you've got the wrong person..."

Xiao Yu resisted my advances, but I couldn't go too far. I
wouldn't do anything like groping her breasts or buttocks, because I was afraid of really angering her and leaving a bad impression, which would ruin the future
. But my verbal teasing was very bold. I spoke in a low voice, so low that only she and I could hear me,
"Sister, you smell so good, your skin is so smooth...I want to kiss you..."

"Ugh...ah! No, you can't do this to your sister...ah, no..." Of course,

I didn't actually kiss her, but I brought my lips very close to her cherry-like mouth, and she was
terrified .

I could clearly see that her face was flushed red from my teasing, and I knew I couldn't push my luck any further, so I stopped in time
.

I pretended to suddenly feel dizzy and fell down.

Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that I didn't actually kiss her, and didn't care that I had fallen down.

So I smoothly pounced on her plump and beautiful legs.

Her long, beautiful legs were not only soft but also exuded a fragrant aroma. I inhaled them with a throbbing intoxication,
and a greedy desire arose within me. "I must win Xiao Yu's heart, make her my woman,
and love her as I please."

This desire surged through me like a torrent, instantly taking over my heart and spreading until,
"Not only do I want to win Xiao Yu's heart, but I also want to win over her sister and her mother. I want to make these women my harem."

Xiao Yu's impression of me didn't change because of my drunken behavior. In the days that followed,
we began to date.

The very next day, she asked me to tutor her in classical Chinese, and I readily agreed.

Our initial interactions were conducted with my older sister's company, but later we
distanced ourselves from her.

As I gradually revealed my exceptional talent in classical Chinese literature, Xiao Yu finally developed feelings for me. These
feelings began as admiration and, after nearly a year of frequent interactions, evolved into the nascent outlines of
a romantic .

I don't know whether lust or genuine affection played a larger role in my relationship with Xiao Yu .
As I truly entered puberty, I became increasingly interested in sex and increasingly longed to have
actual sexual intercourse with a woman.

However, although Xiao Yu and I had developed a romantic relationship, we hadn't reached
the point where .

I knew this couldn't be rushed. I knew that at our age, doing something like this was difficult
to control . And if we didn't control it, it would lead to a big mistake. So I kept restraining myself. Xiao Yu knew about my restraint.
She didn't offer to help me vent, but I could tell she was starting to truly let go of the
psychological burden of our age difference and accept me as her boyfriend.

Finally, junior high school was over, and Xiao Yu and her sister finished their college entrance exams. Since they applied to
universities , it wasn't too difficult for talented girls like them, so they weren't worried about failing.

For me, this was destined to be a summer overwhelmed by desire.

At home, I still fantasize about my mother, yet I still lack the courage to act on my desires. I often have
thoughts of raping her, but when I'm actually facing her, I usually can't muster the courage to do anything immoral.

Not long ago, my mother divorced my father, which was a fatal temptation for me; I thought my mother would
truly .

Whenever my fantasies about my mother become uncontrollable, I always ask Xiao Yu to come out and talk
about to distract myself.

After my sister helped me masturbate last time, we became closer, but she stopped doing it for me. She
resolutely told me, "I'll spoil you if I do this."

Sometimes she would let me hug her, smell her hair, sleep with her, and wear a low-cut nightgown
so I could see her cleavage, but she just wouldn't help me masturbate anymore.

All the power was in my sister's hands, and gradually, I started to resent her and
began to intentionally or unintentionally avoid her.

My sister sensed my deliberate avoidance and was unhappy about it, but out of pride, she didn't
communicate with me.

Thus, our relationship began to drift apart again.

This hurt both of us, I know it, and she knows it too, but we still stubbornly
refused to back down.

This was the first time I'd ever been stubborn with my sister. I used to be very
obedient to her, and she was quite unsettled by my sudden disobedience, making her even less likely to admit defeat.

Sometimes, when the urge came, I didn't want to deal with it myself, so I learned to suppress it.

But this summer, I found it hard to suppress it any longer.

The sudden emptiness after the stress of the high school entrance exam was the direct reason I couldn't suppress it anymore.

I wanted to have sex with a woman, and my target was Xiao Yu, of course. She's now eighteen and probably
has similar desires.

So after preparing for a few days, I finally decided to tell Xiao Yu my thoughts: I wanted to have sex with her.

It was a beautiful, sunny day. I called Xiao Yu and told her I had something to tell her in person, and she said
she also had something to tell me.

As soon as we met, I noticed Xiao Yu wasn't in a good mood. I had originally prepared to go all out and tell her
I wanted to have sex with her, but now I hesitated. Should I wait until she was in a better mood?

"What's wrong with you today? You seem unhappy?" I asked, taking the initiative as we walked side-by-side.

Xiao Yu nodded. "Well, the main reason I asked you out today is... I wanted to tell you..."

Hearing this, my expression darkened slightly, but she seemed unable to continue speaking for a moment. Seeing this, my
heart sank even further. I wondered if she wanted to break up with me. Could it be that she was just playing around with me before,
and not serious?

That was possible, because I felt that she had never completely considered me her partner.
There was . Although we weren't related by blood, we were indeed in a relationship where the woman was older. If she
had any reservations or concerns, it would be normal.

My heart pounded wildly. I didn't want to break up with her. My goal this time was to sleep with her.

Little did I know, Xiao Yu only noticed my sudden change in expression and assumed I had guessed something, which was why she found it difficult to
continue . After stammering for a while, she whispered, "Xiao Jie, I... I can't spend this summer vacation with you. I
'm going back to my hometown in Jiangsu with my mother to take care of some things."

Her hometown is in Jiangsu, and she comes from a large family with a family business. Since our relationship became official, she
has shared a lot of information about her family with me.

Hearing her say that, I breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me!" Even so,
I still felt a little disappointed to hear that she was leaving for a while. "How long are you going back?"

"Until the end of summer vacation," she said apologetically. "But don't worry, I'll come back."

As she spoke, she took my hand and comforted me like she was coaxing a younger brother. "I'll still be studying here for university.
I'll come back before the start of the semester, and then... I'll make it up to you properly."

Although we had accepted each other's feelings and become a couple, we hadn't actually held hands yet.

This was the first time we held hands. She was the one holding my hand. Her small hand was soft, as if boneless, and it felt very
comfortable. I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

I couldn't resist placing my other hand on hers, grasping her soft, smooth hands as if holding something
extremely precious, and began to teasingly caress them.

Her hands were as white as snow, the veins clearly visible, incredibly smooth, and touching them
soothed .

She flinched slightly, clearly only a hint of reserve in her movements; she didn't object to my playful
caresses. My heart pounded, and I secretly thought that perhaps I could take advantage of her guilt as she was about to leave
, seizing the opportunity to conquer her and take her to bed.

With this thought, I began to push my luck, quickly wrapping my arms around her slender waist and pulling her into
my embrace.

She flinched like a startled rabbit, but before she could struggle, I was already close to her ear, breathing hot air, and
said emotionally, "Yu, I can't bear to leave you..."

Her prepared struggle vanished at my words, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around me.

We pressed tightly together, and her soft breasts instantly
aroused , my penis instantly erect.

"Jie, I can't bear to leave you either," Xiao Yu said gently.

She finally stopped calling me Xiao Jie; I didn't like her treating me like a younger brother, because she was my
woman.

At that moment, my penis inevitably pressed against her genitals.

Her body trembled instantly, and this tremor resonated with me, so intensely pleasurable that I almost
lost control and took her right there.

"Jie...you..." Xiao Yu exclaimed in surprise.

She knew this was a normal reaction, but it was hard to remain calm when a man's penis was pressing against her sensitive
area.

I was also a little flustered, but I quickly calmed down. "Yu, don't laugh at me
. A man can't be unable to get an erection, can he?"

"Pfft!"

She was amused by my remark, though it wasn't really funny; I was just trying to hide her nervousness
.

We were both nervous, hugging each other tightly. A long time passed, and neither of us wanted to separate. The atmosphere became a little awkward;
it was like two people who had never climbed a tree before, now that they'd climbed it for the first time, they didn't know how to get down.

After a while, Xiao Yu took a deep breath and whispered, "Jie...you want me?"

These words struck a chord with me. I nervously asked, "Yes, are you willing?"

Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, considering before answering, "Actually, I don't want it to be so fast, but if you really
can't hold back..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, but she hugged me even tighter.

If I still didn't understand what she meant, I'd be a fool. "Yu, you're so good,"

I said, wanting to kiss her.

But then she asked, "Where are you planning to do it? At your place?"

"Uh...at my place...my sister's home, but could she stay out of it?"

"No way, your sister's a lecherous person, she'd definitely peek."

"Then let's go to a hotel." I couldn't exactly suggest going to her place.

"No way..." This time she refused even more firmly, "This is my first time, I don't want to go to
a place like a hotel..."

I couldn't argue with that reason; she just didn't like it.

"Then..."

"Let's go to my place."

"Ah..."

"Fine, don't go then..."

"Go, go, who said I wouldn't go..." I just want to make love to her, where can't we go? I was incredibly excited,
about to lose my virginity!

"However..." She suddenly pushed me away, pouted, and smiled, "Before that, you have one more hurdle to
overcome."

"What?" I asked.

"My mom wants to see you."

"Ah..."

"What 'ah'? My mom already knows about us. Our situation
is ."

"What do you mean?"

"I come from a prominent family. I've told you that before. A prominent family, especially one in business, is
bound to have marriage alliances for the sake of family interests..."

"Uh, you mean your family arranged a marriage for you? You already have a fiancé?"

"Sort of, but it was arranged many years ago. Now... you know,
the law doesn't recognize marriage contracts. It mainly depends on whether I'm willing to marry him."

"You can't marry him! You're mine!" I said possessively, hugging her tightly.

She smiled, a little mischievously, "You're nervous, that's good..."

"Be serious..." I ruffled her hair.

"Okay, I didn't say I was really going to marry my...fiancé...oh dear, I already agreed...to give
myself to you, what are you so nervous about?"

I smiled and said, "Well, then why does your mother want to meet me?"

She said, "I want to break off the engagement, so I need my mother's support, right?"

I understood, this was my future mother-in-law testing her son-in-law.

"Don't worry, I often praise you to my mom. Although you two haven't met yet, she
already ."

"Then... let's meet, what am I afraid of..."

"Hmm, that's more like a man... quick, give me your phone."

"What for?"

"I'll give you my mom's phone number. She's still at the company. Go to the coffee shop next to the company
and call her." She entered a number into my phone. "My mom won't be home until tonight. After you
see her, call me, and then we'll go to my house..."

She didn't finish her sentence, her face turning red.

My heart fluttered. I hugged her again, caressing her soft hair a few times.
Now, she was going to be my woman.
Chapter Six: Aunt Yuan,
Xiao Yu, takes her mother's surname. Her mother's name is Xiao Yuan, which Xiao Yu told me before.

I waited in the coffee shop for about ten minutes when a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked to be in her thirties approached me.

"Are you Li Jie?"

The woman's voice was very pleasant. She was dressed in a black business suit, black stockings, and black
high heels, which made a pleasant clicking sound as she walked.

She was very beautiful, with well-maintained, smooth, and delicate skin. Xiao Yu had told me that she was older than my mother
, but she looked like a young woman.

As she spoke, an air of nobility emanated from her, and I was momentarily stunned.

"So beautiful!" I secretly admired her.

She wasn't more beautiful than Xiao Yu, but she possessed a mature charm that captivated me instantly. A wicked thought
crossed my mind: what if I could touch this woman…?

I snapped back to reality. This woman possessed a noble air, a traditional grace, like a noblewoman from ancient times who managed the household affairs of a
royal family.

Just then, her beautiful eyes suddenly fixed on me, her intelligent gaze seemingly piercing through my
eyes and reaching my very soul.

"Could it be that she saw through my wicked thoughts?" My breath caught in my throat; I tensed up,
quickly averting my gaze from her alluring body, trying to suppress the wicked thought.

"Aunt Xiao, I am Li Jie," I said politely.

Xiao Yuan withdrew her gaze from me, her expression indifferent. "I'm busy, don't waste my
time ."

I sensed arrogance in her tone. From the beginning, she had looked at
me with a condescending gaze. Perhaps she really could sense my desire for her, but she didn't reprimand me. "Perhaps such
a beautiful woman is used to men's lust for her, so she's not surprised anymore," I thought
.

"I didn't object to your relationship with Xiao Yu at first, but I suppose she told you she's engaged
?" Xiao Yuan asked bluntly.

"Yes, she just told me."

"Her fiancé will inherit two hundred million in assets. Tell me, what do you have that's
better than him?"

Xiao Yuan's words were very direct, which I wasn't used to, but I didn't sense any
disrespect ; she seemed to be simply stating a fact.

I thought for a moment and said, "If we're talking about family wealth, I probably won't ever have two hundred million in my lifetime."

Xiao Yuan didn't comment, just looked at me calmly, waiting for me to continue.

I didn't really have anything else to say. Although my family was considered wealthy, compared to two hundred million in assets,
we were practically poor.

Seeing that I didn't continue, Xiao Yuan frowned and said unhappily, "Why didn't you answer my question?"

"Aunt Xiao, actually I don't know what I have that's better than Xiao Yu's fiancé, but Xiao Yu
likes me, that's a fact." She told me a fact, and I told her a fact in return.

Xiao Yuan was slightly taken aback. "That's your answer?"

I nodded, not backing down. "That's right."

Xiao Yuan was silent for a moment, then stopped pursuing the question. "I heard from Xiao Yu that your academic performance is
excellent , especially your classical Chinese skills, is that right?"

"Yes."

"That's a good advantage." Saying this, she took a sip of coffee, then stood up. "I have other things to do,
let's stop here for today."

That's it?

As soon as I stepped out of the coffee shop, I heard a car horn. Xiao Yu drove up slowly in
front of me in a white sedan.

She smiled at me while making a phone call.

She laughed heartily, opened the car door, and let me in.

"Okay, Mom, I'm not talking to you anymore, bye..."

Xiao Yu hung up the phone, leaned in and kissed me, saying happily, "Jie, you passed."

"Passed?" I was a little uneasy before, but now that I heard I passed, I was still a little confused. I
didn't answer Xiao Yuan's question; she clearly wasn't very happy.

"Your mom is really strange," I said, but then I couldn't help but think of Xiao Yuan's noble temperament and mature figure,
and my mind was once again filled with wicked thoughts.

"She praised you for having a talent for negotiation," Xiao Yu said with a smile.

I pulled her into my arms, stroking her hair, and said flirtatiously, "So, what about the rest of the time..."

Xiao Yu's laughter stopped abruptly, her face slightly flushed, but she maintained a poised and generous demeanor. "Here you go, here you go..."

Xiao Yu drove, and we arrived at her house in about ten minutes.

As soon as I closed the door, I couldn't wait to hug Xiao Yu. The desire that Xiao Yu's mother had aroused was
on the verge of exploding.

Being inexperienced, after hugging Xiao Yu, I didn't know what to do next. After thinking for a moment,
I couldn't wait to take off her clothes, wanting to see her beautiful body first.

"Ah...be gentle, this is my first time."

Xiao Yu was already aroused, her breathing as rapid as mine. She was inexperienced too, and just let me do as I
pleased.

Hearing her say this, I stopped trying to undress her.

"The bed...Yu, where's your room?"

"Um...over there." Xiao Yu nestled in my arms, pointing weakly.

I bent down, picked Xiao Yu up horizontally, and carried her to her room.

"Jie, you're so strong." Xiao Yu wrapped her arms around my neck, a satisfied look on her flushed face
.

I put her on the bed and then pressed myself down on top of her.

"Mmm." My erect penis pressed against her vulva, eliciting a soft moan from her. "Jack
...kiss me...be gentle, okay?"

She seemed worried that I would impatiently strip her naked again and roughly insert my penis into her
vagina. I could sense that she wanted her first time to be perfect, hoping I could give her more
love. This request wasn't unreasonable at all, so I began to kiss her gently. The moment our lips touched, it was as if an electric current instantly flowed through our bodies, connecting

our minds and souls . I extended my tongue, trying to penetrate her small mouth. She didn't resist, gently opening her mouth to let me in. The instant our tongues touched, both of our bodies trembled slightly. That was a sign of pleasure. Our movements were both awkward, like we were learning from each other. After kissing for about a minute, I started kissing her face, her forehead, her snow-white neck, and finally, I took one of her earlobes into my mouth. "Mmm..." The moment I took her earlobe into my mouth, Xiao Yu let out a long moan. I realized how sensitive that . Then I kissed the area below her earlobe for a while, and then kissed her earlobe again. During this time, she kept making moaning sounds that sounded a bit like crying, and her body trembled and even convulsed. After a while, I followed her neck and kissed her chest. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore and was about to take off her clothes . "Jie..." She realized my intention and immediately grabbed my hand, her eyes glazed over, "Don't be so hasty. First, caress my whole body, let me... let me experience perfect sex." "Okay..." I nodded. I was indeed very inexperienced, while she seemed to have read some articles on sex techniques, or perhaps she was just making this request based on her own needs. Seeing my nod in agreement, she released my hand and then added, "Be gentle." Only then did she close her eyes , looking completely at my mercy. I unhooked her bra, and a pair of breasts, just the right size for one hand to grasp, came into view. "So beautiful!" I exclaimed, covering them with both hands and gently caressing them. "Mmm..." Xiao Yu groaned comfortably. After caressing her for a while, I lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, gently sucking on it. "Ah...so good..." Xiao Yu lay beneath me, letting out pleasurable moans, her long, beautiful legs involuntarily wrapping around my waist. After playing with her beautiful breasts for a while, I was about to make my move on to her lower body when suddenly the phone rang. It was Xiao Yu's phone, and we reluctantly stopped what we were doing. "It's Mom." Xiao Yu glanced at the phone; she obviously had to answer it. She sat up, calmed her rapid breathing, and then pressed the button on the phone, saying irritably, "Mom, what up?" She was clearly a little annoyed at being interrupted at this moment. "What?" Xiao Yuan said something that made Xiao Yu frown even deeper. "Oh, okay." Xiao Yu hung up the phone and looked at me apologetically. "Jie, it seems we can't do it today." I was disappointed. "Why?" "My mom is coming back." I thought what bad luck. I was almost in my element, and now I couldn't even have it. "Okay." I straightened my clothes with an unhappy expression. Xiao Yu looked apologetic and took the initiative to hug me. Her bare, snow-white breasts pressed tightly against my body, and she began to kiss me. My hand couldn't help but caress her breasts again, and suddenly, on impulse, I pushed her down onto the bed. "No... my mom will be back soon." She gently pushed me away, and I had no choice but to get up. She quickly dressed, then glanced at my still-erect penis. "Does it hurt?" "Yes." I nodded, my eyes filled with desire as I looked at her. She suddenly moved closer, sat down beside me, and gently unzipped my pants, reaching out to gently grasp my penis. "Ah..." My penis felt a surge of pleasure coursing through my body as she held it. "I'll help you with my hand, okay?" she said softly. "Okay." I nodded, my hands moving towards her breasts. She didn't resist, letting me play with her breasts while she gently began to stroke me. "You need to hurry,"

"My mom'll be back soon... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, I kissed her on the lips.

Soon, her eyes were glazed over from my kisses, her body limp against my chest, while her soft little hands
continued to stroke my penis.

"Almost done?" she asked, tilting her head back weakly, panting softly.

"Yes, harder, faster."

"Okay."

She stroked as I instructed, and soon a thick stream of semen spurted out, landing on her bed.

I let out a long sigh, cupped her head in my hands, and kissed her deeply for a while before reluctantly
releasing her cherry-like lips.

"Aren't you angry?" she asked worriedly after catching her breath.

"I'm not angry."

"Really?"

"Really."

So, although we didn't succeed this time, I was just a little annoyed, not really angry.
I felt her thoughtfulness towards me, and was actually quite pleased.

"But... after you come back from Jiangsu, I'm definitely going to seduce you," I said to her with a mischievous grin.

She smiled too, didn't say anything, and busied herself cleaning up the semen I had just ejaculated.
During this time, I noticed she was quite interested in my semen, observing it closely. When she realized I had noticed her
actions, her face immediately turned red.

"What are you looking at? Can't I be curious?" she said coyly. "My mom just called and
said you should come over for lunch. She'll be back soon. Don't give yourself away; pretend you just
arrived."

"Uh...didn't she tell me she was busy?" I joked.

She gave me a charming glare. "You dare say that to my mom?"

Of course, I wouldn't dare say that to Xiao Yuan. At that moment, Xiao Yuan's mature, beautiful body flashed into my mind.
I had to admit that this proud, mature woman was just as alluring to me as my mother. Now, I was
n't annoyed at being interrupted. "Maybe I can really have both mother and daughter..." I secretly fantasized.

This was clearly a difficult task, but I naively believed, "Nothing is impossible for
a willing heart ."

Xiao Yuan returned.

"Hello, Aunt Xiao." Xiao Yu was making lunch in the kitchen, so I went to open the door for Xiao Yuan.

She was still the same as when we first met, with a cold and aloof expression. She nodded to me indifferently, and then, right in
front of me, she started taking off her high heels by the door.

I stood behind her, and as she bent over, her professional women's clothing clung tightly to her body, perfectly displaying her
rounded buttocks before my eyes. My heart pounded at the sight. Then, I took the opportunity to shamelessly
admire her long, beautiful legs. Even the way she took off her shoes was elegant and feminine. Her beautiful feet were stretched out straight,
and their beauty gave me an urge to reach out and hold them and play with them. I mustered my courage and stared intently at
her lovely feet until she placed her high heels on the shoe rack. Only then did I quickly avert my lustful gaze,
thinking to myself, "Such a beauty, I must get her into bed!"

She suddenly turned around. My heart was still pounding, and my penis, still
erect from the alluring scene, formed a small tent.

"Don't look down... don't look down... please don't look down..." I prayed incessantly.

But my prayers couldn't stop Xiao Yuan's gaze.

Her eyes landed unhindered on my erect penis.

"I'm doomed..." I cried out inwardly, immediately lowering my head, no longer caring what Xiao Yuan's expression was
. My heart was pounding in my throat.

"Mom's back?" Just then, Xiao Yu came out of the kitchen.

"Yeah," Xiao Yuan replied calmly, then walked past me, blocking Xiao Yu's
view so she couldn't see what was happening to me.

Surprisingly, she didn't expose me to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu smiled and said to me, "Jie, you talk to Mom for a bit. I'll call you when the food is ready."

With that, she went back to the kitchen.

I didn't dare turn around, but I sensed that Xiao Yuan, standing behind me, didn't move either.

We were all silent for a moment. Finally, I gritted my teeth, steeled myself, and thought, "So be it!" and
turned around reluctantly.

But then I saw Xiao Yuan's clear, beautiful eyes staring straight at me.

I wasn't going to back down, and I met her gaze.

She frowned slightly, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes making her look even more mature. She seemed surprised by my reaction,
but didn't say a word, just staring straight into my eyes.

After a while, her gaze shifted downwards, actually focusing on my still erect penis.

I tried to calm myself down, and said, "It's just like this,
there's nothing I can do..."

Hearing this, she looked away from my genitals and said, "Go rinse it with cold water."

"Huh?" I was momentarily stunned by this.

But she said to me very seriously, "First rinse with cold water. If that doesn't work, then just take
a cold shower."

"Oh, oh..." I replied repeatedly and walked towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I inevitably
masturbated and then fantasizing about carrying her horizontally on the bed and playing with her as I pleased. Since Xiao Yu had just helped me
release my pent-up desires, it took me a long time to release this time.

When I came out after washing myself, Xiao Yuan had changed into a soft, flesh-colored nightgown and
was sitting on the soft sofa, her bare legs laid out in an alluring pose.

I had just released my pent-up desires and had developed some resistance to such tempting images, but I still didn't dare look too long.

"Come sit down," she said, gesturing to the sofa opposite me.

I calmly walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Feeling better?" Another unexpected question came from her.

"Yeah, I'm better." Since she was so calm, I grew bolder.

"Doing this kind of thing too often can be harmful to your health; you should do it less often in the future."

Her tone even carried a hint of concern, which surprised me.

She definitely knew I had just masturbated in the bathroom, and she probably assumed I was using her as a...
My sexual fantasy object was masturbating, but she remained so calm, neither ashamed nor angry, which surprised me.

She said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you over something so small."

"Mm," I nodded, secretly thinking this woman was truly a monster.

"Actually, I had a lot to say to you earlier, but it wasn't convenient here." She leaned back slightly on
the sofa , adopting a languid posture, and calmly looked at me.

I adopted an attentive listening posture.

"Actually, I just wanted to chat casually, mainly to get to know you better." She
always looked at me as she spoke. "We're not ordinary people. Does it make you uncomfortable if I say this
?"

"No," I replied, looking directly into her eyes without flinching.

She nodded, offering no comment on my direct eye contact, as if tacitly approving of my actions.
Then she continued, "What I meant was that you know our family isn't short of money, so Xiaoyu
doesn't necessarily have to marry a rich man. As for the marriage arranged for Xiaoyu by the family, it can
be annulled with just one word from me, but I must have a reason."

"You want me to be better than Xiaoyu's fiancé?"

"That's right." She nodded approvingly. "You do have some merits; you don't need to say it yourself. I
have a good eye for people."

"So you've decided to allow me to date Xiaoyu?"

"That's the intention, and when I go back this time, I'll ask them to annul the engagement. You don't need to worry about that."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"No need to thank me, you deserve it. I'm only doing this for Xiaoyu's sake. My ex-husband and I had a business marriage
, and we separated the year Xiaoyu was born. As compensation, a portion of my ex-husband's assets went to me, and
the Xiao family also agreed to transfer a branch company to my name, but it wasn't until this year that they fulfilled their promise."

"So, you've now essentially separated from the family?"

"Not entirely. My company still has inextricable ties with the Xiao family. Besides,
Xiaoyu and I both share the Xiao family blood, so how can we say we're unrelated? I don't want
Xiaoyu follow in my footsteps. It's not that arranged marriages are destined to end badly, but Xiaoyu
has chosen you, and that's her own choice. As her mother, I should give her the right to choose."

As we spoke, our eyes never left each other. After she finished speaking, I
felt I had nothing to say, so I remained silent. She looked at me, and seeing my silence, she also fell silent for a moment.
The atmosphere became a little awkward. We stared at each other intently. My eyes were getting a little sore, but I
refused to give in first.

After a moment, Xiao Yuan finally looked away, and it seemed I had won the confrontation.

But Xiao Yuan seemed unconcerned, as if she hadn't even met my gaze, and casually
said, "Let's talk about you. Besides finishing your studies, what are your future goals, or what
kind ?"

"Well... I haven't thought about it yet." She was so calm that I couldn't react
for .

"It's okay if you haven't thought about it yet. But if you want to go into business, after you get married,
I can hand over the company to you to manage, so I can enjoy a peaceful retirement."

I didn't agree or disagree with this.

We chatted for about twenty minutes, mostly her talking, with me occasionally chiming in. To avoid an
awkward situation like before, we tacitly avoided looking each other in the eye.

From her tone, I sensed that she wasn't as aloof and superior as she had been when we first met.
Sometimes she would even smile at me, and I felt a sense of nobility and elegance in her smile. In those moments,
I couldn't control my desire to conquer her.

Our conversation ended when Xiao Yu came out of the kitchen and said the food was ready.

"Ah Jie, I'll drive you home," Xiao Yuan said to me after lunch. It was the first time she
had addressed me like that, as if she had officially accepted me as her son-in-law.

Xiao Yu was surprised, then looked at me with delight.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll go back and change my clothes." She was wearing a silk nightgown, and since she was going to drive me
home , she naturally needed to change into something different. She said this as she went back to her room.

"Jie, you're amazing! You managed to win over a cold beauty like my mom so easily." Xiao Yu hugged my
arm and said to me with a happy expression, "I was worried she would make things difficult for you."

I smiled smugly, "With such an excellent son-in-law like me, would she really turn me away?"

After I finished speaking, I realized that we were about to be separated for a while, and I felt reluctant to part with her. Suddenly, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her
delicate lips.

"Mmm..." She tilted her head back, her long hair hanging straight down. At first, she obediently let me kiss her, but gradually she
began to awkwardly respond, letting out soft moans.

A moment later, she parted her lips and said somewhat flusteredly, "Mom's coming out..."

I gently kissed her forehead before letting go. She whispered in my ear, "Jie, you're amazing
. My mom rarely smiles at men, but you smiled at her the first time you met her, and she was
so friendly, like you were really her son-in-law."

Just then, Xiao Yuan came out after changing her clothes. "What are you whispering about?"

Xiao Yu stuck out her nose and said mischievously, "They're whispering to their lovers, Mom, why are you interfering?"

Xiao Yuan rolled her eyes at her and then said to me, "Jie, let's go."

"Okay."

I said goodbye to Xiao Yu and went out with Xiao Yuan.

At this moment, Xiao Yuan had changed into a white business suit, without stockings, revealing her fair and tender skin.
She wore white high heels, and when she stood, her beautiful calves were taut and straight.

I walked alongside her, somewhat distracted, my eyes secretly glancing at the parts of her body that I longed for.

She was aware of my inappropriate behavior, but acted as if nothing was wrong, which emboldened me.

She asked me to sit next to her and chatted with me while driving. Actually, she was mainly initiating conversation. I
couldn't sense any restraint in her tone; she was chatting with me very naturally and didn't seem to care about my
constant lewd glances at her body. She seemed to be able to maintain her
noble and elegant demeanor no matter what the situation.

"There, we're here." The car finally pulled up in front of my apartment building. I felt a pang of regret; I wish I could
have stayed with her a little longer.

"Ah-Jie, wait, I have something to tell you." I was about to get out of the car when she called out to me.

"Aunt Xiao... what's wrong?" I suddenly tensed up, thinking she was going to settle scores and reprimand me
for staring at her.

But that wasn't the case.

"From now on, just call me Aunt Yuan," she said kindly.

"Okay, Aunt Yuan."

"Well, Ah-Jie, Aunt Yuan has a small request for you: from now on, you have to quit
masturbating ."

"Ah..." I stared at her, speechless, not knowing how to respond.

Her tone wasn't harsh, but it carried an unyielding air of command, and the most crucial thing
... was this question.

How could she so calmly make such a demand of a man who might become her son-in-law?

I can only say, she's truly something else.

"I... well, I, sometimes I can't help it..." I said, forcing myself to speak,
my ears instantly turning bright red.

"How could you not be able to resist? It's just a matter of whether you want to or not. Aunt Yuan knows you have a lot of energy, but
doing this kind of thing continuously is meaningless and harmful to your health. Aunt Yuan is making this request for your own good, you know?"

"Uh, I know..."

"Actually, I can't verify whether you've really quit, but I still need you
to promise me in person. As for whether you will keep your promise, that depends on whether you are sincere to my Xiaoyu."

Hearing this, I was immediately shocked and said seriously, "Aunt Yuan, I promise you, from now on,
I will quit masturbating."

"Alright, with your words, Aunt Yuan believes you. You can go back now."
Chapter Seven: Mother's Chant
It was past lunchtime. My mother had been coming home only in the evenings lately, so my
sister and I usually ate lunch at home. When I got home, I saw my sister sitting alone at the dining table, with food laid out,
which looked cold.

My sister had actually been waiting for me. I couldn't help but feel guilty, wondering if I should take the initiative to apologize to her and
go back to being the obedient little brother I used to be.

My sister didn't greet me; she just started eating as soon as I came in.

I didn't know what to say, so I sat down, ready to grab a bite, but my sister suddenly said,
"Didn't you eat enough at Xiao Yu's?"

"Huh?" My hand, which was about to pick up some food, froze in mid-air, feeling both guilty and embarrassed. "Sister, I'm sorry, I
should have called you beforehand."

"If you're not full, then eat." My sister didn't seem to accept my apology.

I still picked up some food and started eating.

"That's true, it's inevitable that you'll feel reserved when you go to other people's homes since you were little, but Xiao Yu is your girlfriend, so you shouldn't be
so polite. Next time you go, remember to eat your fill." She said in a lecturing tone.

"Hmm, I'll remember." I thought to myself, Xiao Yu probably told her that I went to her house for dinner. They
are classmates and close friends, so Xiao Yu would probably tell her something like this.

"I heard that Xiao Yu's mother asked to meet you?" she said casually.

"Yes."

"Her family is very wealthy. Doesn't her mother object to you two being together?"

"They are very wealthy, but what does that have to do with whether they object or not?"

"You think it doesn't matter? Heh, how naive. Do you think love is really that reliable?"

I remained noncommittal on the surface. "My sister should know Xiao Yu better than I do."

"You're right, but I only know her better than you, not completely. Besides,
I don't know her mother. According to her, she listens to her mother very much."

"Aunt Xiao has already agreed to let me be with her." I didn't understand. In the beginning, it was
my sister who suggested that I win Xiao Yu over. Now that I could get her into bed, my sister was starting to
pour cold water on me.

"I can see you're very confident, so I won't say anything more. But, you can put yourself in her
shoes . Do you really care that much about the so-called love between you and her?"

"Of course I care."

"Really? Back then, when you were trying to coax your sister to satisfy your sexual desires, you said things like 'I'd be your sash
...' But what about now?"

"This..." I was speechless for a moment, wondering if she was jealous.

"Now that you have your own woman, you don't need to coax your sister to do those things anymore."

I didn't speak, but my heart couldn't calm down.

Maybe I really was too naive. Just like I'm going to get married, my sister is going to get married too. Am I going to be so
selfish as to possess my sister for life and not let her find her own happiness?

"Bang..." Just then, my sister put down her chopsticks, ran back to her room, and slammed the door shut.

I was stunned for a moment, but ultimately didn't chase after them.

I cleared the table and went back to my room to reflect on my thoughts, which were actually just random thoughts.

That evening, Mom came home. She and my sister had made dinner and asked me to come out to eat. My sister looked at me
without saying a word, and Mom frowned, saying, "What's going on between you two siblings? Why didn't you even say hello?"

"Hello, little brother," my sister said perfunctorily to me as soon as Mom finished speaking.

I simply didn't say anything. Mom glared at me, and then the three of us ate in silence.

After dinner, Mom washed the dishes, and my sister and I went to the living room. We sat in silence for a moment, and then my
phone rang. It was Xiao Yu calling. She had to catch a flight early the next morning and probably wanted to say goodbye
. As she was about to hang up, she made a small request: that I call her "Sister Yu."

It wasn't a difficult request, but seeing my sister standing there, I wanted to move away. But as soon as I stood up, she
glared at me, as if to say, "What secret do you two have that you don't want me to know?"

So I sat down again, cleared my throat, and then softly called out, "Sister Yu..."

"Call me so softly, I can't hear you," Xiao Yu said, protesting.

Helpless, I raised my voice, "Sister Yu."

"Hmm, that's more like it. Wait for me to come back, my little brother-in-law."

My phone was very loud; my sister, who was standing very close, must have heard everything Xiao Yu said.

After hanging up, I secretly glanced at my sister and found her staring intently at the television.
Feeling utterly bored, I stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep now," and headed towards my bedroom.

"Sister Yu..." Just as I closed the door, I suddenly heard my sister's voice, which
sounded I was startled, wondering if she had told Mom about me and Xiao Yu.

Mom was different from Xiao Yuan; she was much stricter. She definitely wouldn't approve of me dating now,
especially with a girl three years older than me.

I anxiously watched for any sounds outside. After a long while, I finally heard my sister say to Mom, "Mom,
I'm going to sleep," followed by the sound of the door closing.

Mom responded with a sound of agreement, and then the room became quiet.

I tossed and turned in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the door clicked open. I turned on the light and saw my mother
standing by the door, wearing a loose silk nightgown and a gentle smile. Her hair seemed freshly washed, black and smooth, flowing over her shoulders, highlighting her
languid beauty.

"Mom..." I called softly, a slight tremor running through me.

"Can't sleep?" My mother closed the door and walked barefoot to my bedside.

I nodded.

My mother's nightgown only reached her knees, revealing her slender, translucent legs. Her feet swayed
beautifully as she walked. Her arms, neck, and snow-white cleavage were also on full display.

She gracefully sat down on the edge of my bed, her beautiful eyes gazing down at me with a captivating charm. "What's on your mind, keeping you awake?"

My mother had just bathed, and her body exuded the fragrance of shower gel. I glanced away slightly,
not daring to look at her alluring body any longer, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Well, nothing's on my mind. Maybe I
just woke up too late this morning, that's why I'm not sleepy."

"You're just lying to your mother," she said, though she didn't believe me, without mentioning the argument between my sister and me.

"Mom, it's really nothing."

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I just wanted to chat."

"Then tell me about your beauty salon, Mom. How's it going?"

Mom nodded. "It's going fairly well. In another month or so, it'll be stable.
Then I won't be coming home so late every night like I am now."

"Congratulations, Mom, on your success!"

"Sweet talk. But to be honest, I haven't had much time to spend with you lately. Are you upset with me?" "

Of course not! Mom works so hard, isn't it all for me and my sister?"

"You know that's good."

"Yes, Mother, I will never forget your kindness in raising me."

"So pretentious," Mom glared at me, sounding annoyed. "You think you
can show off in front of your mother just because you've learned a few classical phrases?"

Even so, a look of delight lingered on her face.

I suddenly sat up, meeting her gaze earnestly, and said, "Mom, I have a question for you."

"Hmm, go ahead and ask," Mom said gently, looking at me.

"Mom, will you remarry in the future?" My heart pounded as I asked this question.

My mother paused slightly upon hearing this, then smiled gently and asked me in return, "So what do you really think?"

"I don't want a stepfather, and I don't want Mom to marry someone else." This was my true feeling, and it had more than one
meaning. From now on, Mom could only be mine alone. My sister obviously didn't count. I didn't want a
man to share Mom with me, but...

"Mom, could it be that you already have someone you like?" I asked worriedly.

My mother shook her head and smiled, just like when I was little and she would laugh and point out the
absurdity of my wild ideas. "Jie, don't overthink it. Let's not talk
about , I don't like anyone right now, and I've never thought about remarrying. This is mainly for you two.
It's not hard to find a man who truly loves me, but the difficulty lies in finding someone who is truly good to you two. You are
more important to me than finding another man to be my husband."

My mother's words warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but smile happily.

Seeing me smile, Mom laughed and said, "You little rascal, you got what you wanted! You've got your mom
by your side

for life, are you happy now?" We each had a different understanding of what Mom meant. I smiled smugly and said, "I really want to
keep you by my side for life, Mom. After I finish my studies, I'll definitely work hard for a bright future for you,
so you won't have to work so hard anymore."

"I'm very satisfied with your filial piety. Okay, go to sleep now. Don't stay in bed too long tomorrow.
Don't let me stop supervising you like before and you regress into a lazy pig."

Mom said as she stood up, preparing to leave, and smiled, "Aren't you going to say goodnight to Mom?"

Seeing Mom about to leave, I was extremely reluctant to let her go. On impulse, I reached out and grabbed Mom's fair wrist, "Mom,
don't go..."

"Hmm? Is there anything else?"

"Mom..." I stammered, "Sleep with me, okay?"

"Okay." Mom agreed and returned to my bedside.

I still held my mother's delicate wrist, and for a moment, I don't know where the courage came from,
I caressed her hand a few times as if teasing a lover. Instantly, a comfortable sensation surged through my brain
.

But I quickly snapped back to reality. What was I doing? I broke out in a cold sweat, quickly released
my mother 's hand, and lowered my head, my face flushed.

I couldn't believe I had actually dared to flirt with my own mother.

My mother was stunned for a moment, looking at me in disbelief.

I remained silent, waiting for my mother's scolding.

But after a moment, for some reason, Mom didn't scold me. It was as
if nothing had happened.

She moved closer, sat on my bed, and gracefully raised her legs. She
sat with her knees bent, looked at me, and her eyes held a complicated expression.

"Aren't you going to give Mom some room? How am I supposed to sleep in this cramped space?" she said absentmindedly.

I felt instantly relieved, but then thought I must have misheard. Mom is an extremely intelligent person; it's impossible for me
to do something so unreasonable. Doesn't she understand what I'm thinking… Could it be that she's thinking the same
thing as me?

Thinking about this, my heart started pounding wildly; I was overly excited... but suddenly I felt a little afraid to believe it.
I looked up and met my mother's gaze. She really didn't seem angry... I understood
her less and less, and my heart pounded with anxiety.

My mother looked at me calmly, while I was lost in thought, so I quickly made room for her.

She smiled at me, then lay down beside me, pulling the blanket over her alluring body.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. My mother turned over, lying on her side facing me.

My mind raced, and I wondered to myself, did my mother have the same startling thoughts as me?

With that thought, I looked at my mother expectantly, but dared not make a move, for if I misunderstood
, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Suddenly, my mother gently stroked my hair with her delicate hand, looking at me quietly.

My heart skipped a beat, and I mustered the courage to reach out and touch her face as a test, but
just as my hand was about to reach out, she calmly said to me, "Be good, turn off the light and go to sleep."

I felt a pang of disappointment, but I dared not disobey my mother's words.

After the light was turned off, in the dim light streaming in from the window, I could still see my mother's face. She didn't close her eyes,
but looked at me calmly, a thoughtful expression on her face.

She knew I was watching her, but she wouldn't speak to me or look away. After
about ten minutes, she finally turned over, no longer facing me.

My mind raced, wondering if my mother meant something, and I couldn't fall asleep until late at night. My mother, however, was
already asleep, her sweet, baby-like voice waking me from beside her pillow. This disappointed me,
but my restless heart couldn't calm down; an overwhelming desire began to dominate my consciousness.

Finally, I nervously reached out and placed my hand on my mother's sensitive neck, gently caressing it.

My mother remained still, which emboldened me. I tentatively approached her body,
but she didn't move. Judging from her soft, steady breathing, she was still fast asleep—truly fast asleep. Realizing
this, I was incredibly excited and aroused. My penis was already as hard as an iron rod, brimming with an
unstoppable surge of desire.

My hand, which had been gently caressing my mother's neck, began to move upwards, touching her cheek.

The skin on my mother's cheek was like that of a baby—smooth and elastic. Touching it
sent , and even my soul seemed to tremble slightly.

I had already moved to my mother's side. I gently lifted the blanket, and in the dim light, my mother's
sleeping posture was beautiful and languid. I gently propped myself up with one hand and looked down at my mother,
my gaze falling on her full breasts, my eyes filled with possessive desire. I watched my mother's high, rounded
breasts rise and fall rhythmically with her steady breathing, and at that moment, my penis suddenly seemed to harden a little more. I
could no longer control my desire.

Then, breathing heavily, I brought my face close to my mother's ample breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, just a
light , strappy nightgown, revealing large expanses of her white, tender flesh, which aroused my lust. Even lying down,
I could still see a considerable cleavage; both breasts were exposed, like smooth slopes.

My face drew closer and closer until my nose touched one of her breasts, a wondrous softness
almost melting my heart.

Thankfully, my mother didn't wake up, which emboldened me even more.

I greedily inhaled the fragrance emanating from my mother's breasts, but she remained peacefully asleep, completely unaware
of my defilement. I gently pressed my face against one of her breasts, then carefully
rubbed it. An electric shock-like sensation surged through my nerves, and suddenly all the stimulation concentrated
on my penis, making it swell even more painfully.

I slowly took a breath to calm my agitation, and then, without thinking, I straddled
my mother .

My movements were very light and slow. I straddled my mother's genitals, but not actually
sitting on them; I simply maintained the straddling position, allowing only
a slight contact between my genitals and hers.

My gaze then shifted to her genitals. I came from that place into this world, and now,
it was the place I longed for most.

I braced myself on the bed, maintaining a position embracing my mother, my legs spread wide in a kneeling posture.

Then, I raised one hand and gently placed it on my mother's gently rising and falling breasts, then lightly
moved it down to caress her genitals. My mother's nightgown was soft and loose. As I gently stroked it, it
pressed her body. Soon, my hand moved to her navel. My mother was, after all, middle-aged, and her waist wasn't very
slender, which, to me, made her appear even more mature. I lingered for a moment, then continued downwards until
I touched my mother's high, rounded mons pubis.

My hand and my mother's mons pubis were separated only by a layer of soft, almost weightless silk. The moment my hand touched
the tender flesh , my penis suddenly reacted even more strongly, sending a wave
of sensations that were both uncomfortable and pleasurable. I couldn't resist, so I took off my nightgown, revealing my naked body. Excited and nervous, I pressed my penis against
my mother's soft mons pubis.

"Ah..." I let out a soft moan of pleasure.

My penis was swollen to its limit, and I couldn't help but gently rub the head of my penis against my mother's mons pubis.

At first, my movements were very slow, very slow, and then I began to speed up appropriately, once, twice, three times
... When I rubbed for the sixth time...

"Hmm..." My mother suddenly let out a dreamy moan.

I stopped abruptly, my heart pounding in my throat...

Thankfully... my mother didn't wake up.

"Incredible..." I secretly rejoiced. At this moment, my lust arose again, and I gritted my teeth, disregarding the consequences, and
continued to rub my mother's mons pubis.

"Sizzle..." Waves of pleasure surged like a summer tide, causing my actions to spiral out of control.
The speed and intensity of my penis rubbing against my mother's mons pubis increased. At the same time, I leaned down and greedily kissed
the large expanse of breasts exposed on my mother's chest. I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked the tender flesh of my mother's breasts. "Mmm..."
My mother let out another beautiful moan, which, like last time, had a dreamlike quality. She did not wake up.
With this, I no longer held back and began to increase the speed of my penis rubbing, which made the soreness and swelling of my glans more and more
intense.

Not long after, I felt my penis throbbing and almost bursting with desire, a torrent about to
gush out, but I desperately didn't want to release it.

Just then, my mother moved!

"You bastard!" My mother suddenly woke up, yelling, and forcefully pushed me away.

I was struck dumb. In the instant my mother pushed me away, my mind went blank, and
the reaction was ignored.

"It's over..." a trembling voice echoed in my heart.

My mother turned on the light, threw my clothes at me, and coldly shouted, "Put them on!"

I didn't dare to breathe and quickly put on my clothes.

My mother glared at me for a long time without saying a word. I didn't know what she was thinking, but her breathing,
which had been rapid at first, gradually calmed down. She remained silent, but her eyes were red with anger.

"Mom... I'm sorry..." I mustered all my courage, but my voice was so low that I
could barely hear it myself.

My mother still ignored me, looking at me as if I were a stranger. My heart was filled
with panic.

I waited for my mother's verdict, but what I received was a disappointed look in her eyes. She didn't scold me,
but her gaze, as if looking at a stranger, hurt me more than any scolding.

A while later, Mom got out of bed without a word; she was leaving…

In a panic, I jumped up and grabbed her hand. “Mom, don’t go…”

Mom stopped, slowly turned her head, and looked at me coldly, leaving me bewildered.

When I felt her trying to break free, I snapped out of my daze and pleaded pitifully, “Mom, don’t go
… please don’t go!”

“Not go? Stay and sleep with you?” Mom said coldly.

The moment Mom left my room, my heart felt empty, as if I had lost my soul, leaving
only a shell.

Youth Begins with Falling in Love with My Mother (1-7)

Chapter 1: A Startling Dream

The first woman I ever fell in love with was my mother.

My mother was a woman with a relatively formal traditional education. She possessed a classical temperament, gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

She married relatively early, giving birth to my older sister when she was twenty and to me when she was twenty-three.

I was very smart from a young age, and after starting school, I always ranked at the top of my class. In addition, I was sensible and obedient, so everyone in my family, including my sister, loved and doted on me.

I have a relatively cheerful personality, get along well with classmates and relatives, and enjoy outdoor
activities. I rarely feel depressed, but when I was fourteen, something particularly
distressing happened to me.

That morning, I woke up from a strange dream. The scene in the dream left me feeling turbulent and
unable .

In the dream, my mother was lying motionless on a large bed, her supple and full body curled up,
sleeping peacefully like an adorable baby. And I was sitting next to her. In the dream, I was in
a state of extreme excitement, and I couldn't help but lift my mother's loose nightgown. At that moment, I simply couldn't resist
the attraction of my mother's mature body. Even after waking up, recalling that scene still felt incredibly
wonderful .

In my dream, I was possessed, wanting to violate my mother, strip her of all her clothes, and
ravage her body. But just as I was about to see my mother's naked breasts, I
woke up in a cold sweat.

The excitement hadn't subsided when a strong sense of guilt overwhelmed me.

I felt as if my soul had been ripped away. Suddenly, I realized my hand
was gripping my hard genitals, covered in thick semen. It felt like
the sky had fallen a while to calm down and tear off some tissues to clean the semen.

It was just dawn, and I lay on the bed, utterly exhausted, as if I had just survived a life-or-death
battle .

In reality, a psychological battle was raging within me.

Physical pleasure and moral guilt were like demons and angels, simultaneously invading my
mind and waging a fierce war on its battlefield.

I don't know how much time passed when I heard a knock at the door.

"Ah-Jie, what's wrong? Why aren't you up so late?"

It was my mother's voice. I jumped in fright, quickly pulling the covers over my head and pretending to be fast asleep.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Mom opened the door and came in. She sat down on the edge of my bed and asked with concern, "Ah Jie,
are you awake?"

"Hmm..." I simply threw back the covers, pretending to be very sleepy, stretching and
yawning . "Mom, I'm not fully awake yet. You woke me up," I said, sounding a little unsure.

Mom clearly didn't believe me. She reached out and touched my forehead, and I took the opportunity to glance at her full
breasts . I saw those two mounds rising and falling with her breathing, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
I felt both scared and excited. I was conflicted.

I rarely paid attention to my mother's sexy figure before, but now I realize how
attractive her breasts are. At the same time, a strong sense of guilt overwhelms me, making me feel like a mountain is pressing down on me.

My God! What's wrong with me? She's my own mother! How could I have such inappropriate thoughts about her
?

My heart pounded like a wild beast just locked in a cage.

The image of my mother lying before me like a cute baby in my dream, combined with her
full breasts so close to my eyes now, seemed to form a giant black hole, devouring my soul. I was caught in
a vortex unable to escape.

I quickly averted my gaze, as if I'd done something wrong. My mother didn't notice anything unusual about me, nor did she detect anything amiss on my
forehead . She frowned in confusion and scolded, "It's already
7:30! Why are you still sleeping in?"

My mother has always been very strict with me. I have to get up at 6:30 every day, regardless of whether I have school
or not . Today happens to be the weekend, so I don't have to go to school, but my mother still insists that I
get up at 6:30.

"Mom, I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep a little longer." Perhaps it was the change this morning that made me realize for the first time...
A thought of disobeying my mother arose within me.

My mother was clearly unhappy. "Then you can continue sleeping, and you don't need breakfast." With that, she left without looking back. I secretly watched her beautiful figure disappear through the doorway

, with the gaze of someone admiring a woman . From that moment on, I secretly became infatuated with my mother. Not long after my mother left, I got up, washed up, and went to the dining room. I thought my mother's words were just in anger, but now I realized there really wasn't any breakfast for me. My father had already finished eating and left; only my mother and sister were at the table, my seat was empty. "Mom, where's my brother's breakfast?" my sister asked curiously. "You eat yours, why are you bothering so much?" Mom said without even glancing at me. Mom was noticeably different today; she rarely spoke to her children in such a tone. She usually maintained a dignified and virtuous image, speaking gently and kindly. But when I heard Mom's words, my heart felt heavy, and I felt wronged. So, without a word, I left the restaurant and went back to my room to go online. My sister, who hadn't even finished breakfast, came to my room to ask what was wrong. "Little brother, why were you angry with Mom ?" "Who was angry with her?" I said, feeling aggrieved. "You still say no? Why won't Mom let you eat breakfast?" "If she doesn't want to, she can not. She's my mother, and I'm her child." That last sentence sounded like a defiant remark, but I was actually reminding myself of it. But what it do? My mind was already overwhelmed by the strange dream I had that morning, coupled with the unpleasantness with my mother , causing my attitude towards her to deviate from its usual course. Finally, those wicked thoughts in my heart gained a slight advantage . "How could you say that?" my sister said unhappily. "Am I wrong to say that?" I retorted sharply. "Of course not! She is a mother, and you have to respect her. What's wrong with you? You were not like this before . What happened?" "Nothing happened." I said with a guilty conscience. At this moment, my mother pushed the door open and came in. She changed into a pure white dress and put on flesh-colored stockings. She was very sexy. It immediately made my heart skip a beat and my breathing became a little faster. My mother has dressed sexy in the past, but I have never reacted like I do now. "Rong Rong, please leave him alone. Go change your clothes and let's go for a walk." After my mother finished speaking, she turned and left without even looking at me. My sister turned around, rolled her eyes at me, and said irritably, "Mom's in a bad mood today, and you're still going to argue with her." I asked, a little confused, "Why is she in a bad mood?" My sister leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Because Dad's away on another business trip today." " Dad goes on business trips all the time?" I said dismissively. My sister frowned, lightly tapped my head, and said, "There's more to this than 's an adult matter, and we can't interfere. But I need you to make your stance clear first." My sister's expression suddenly turned serious, which gave me a bad feeling. "What stance are you taking?" My sister stared at me and said, "If Dad and Mom get divorced, who will you live with?" I was startled. "What? That's impossible, isn't it? Aren't they getting along very well?" "Getting along well? Humph! They're supposed to be respectful to each other, huh? Do you think it's good for a husband and wife to be respectful to each other? Sigh! You're still young, you wouldn't understand matters of the heart even if I told you. Anyway, I'm asking you, if that day really comes, would you rather live with Mom or Dad?" Her words undoubtedly made me even more confused, and I really didn't know how to answer. "Rongrong!" Mom called my sister again at this moment. My sister hurriedly said, "Okay, Mom, I'll be right there." Then she turned around, staring at . "Speak quickly." I really didn't know what to say, and said impatiently, "Go change your clothes first, I'm annoyed, let me have some peace and quiet." "Hmph! I'm telling you this first, if that day ever comes, and you choose to stay with Dad, then I'll cease to be your sister!" My sister's tone was extremely cold, revealing her inner resolve. This was the first time she had spoken to me like this, making me feel somewhat lost. After my sister and mother went out, I was left alone at home. I was really hungry, so I went to the kitchen, wanting to find something to eat. But at the same time, I didn't want my mother to find out. After searching for a while, I even lost my appetite and suddenly didn't want to eat. On my way back, as I passed my mother's room, my heart suddenly skipped a beat, and I stopped in my tracks. I couldn't help but glance at my mother's wardrobe. Inside were my mother's sexy clothes. I thought I could use these clothes to more easily fantasize about my mother's mature, naked body. Evil thoughts began to surge within me, and my breathing became rapid. Because I was alone at home, my courage grew many times greater than usual. I felt unrestrained and carefree, able to do whatever I wanted. Finally, I pushed open the door to my mother's room. Because of my wicked thoughts, I was so nervous my heart was about to jump out of my chest . I impatiently opened my mother's closet, and sure enough, there were my mother's sexy lingerie and stockings inside. These clothes, so close to my mother's mature body, quickly conjured up an image of my mother naked in my mind. My breath caught in my throat. I almost groaned out loud. What I did next was completely out of reason; I stripped myself naked in a few quick movements. My genitals were already rock hard, like an iron rod. At this point, I had never seen anyone else's genitals, so I couldn't be sure of the level of my own. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled my mother's sexy clothes away and hugged them tightly to my chest, fantasizing about holding her alluring naked body in my arms and ravaging it wantonly. My body suddenly started shaking, and I stumbled back a few steps, falling onto my mother's soft bed. At that moment, I didn't know how to masturbate; I only knew that one hand was tightly gripping my penis. Suddenly, I wanted to stuff my mother's sexy clothes, my imagined naked body, into my genitals. But then, a sliver of reason returned to me, and I was ultimately afraid of getting the clothes dirty and being discovered by my mother, so...

I didn't do that. But at the same time, I suddenly felt a liquid about to spurt out of my penis
. Although I didn't know it was semen, I could guess it was dirty. Afraid of soiling my mother's
bed, I used my own clothes to press hard against my genitals.

The harder I pressed, the more comfortable and wonderful it felt. Finally, I simply lay face down on my mother's bed,
still using my own clothes to cover my genitals to avoid soiling her. Gradually, I started
rubbing my genitals, and after a short while, a thick stream of sticky fluid gushed out. Accompanying the
thick fluid was my imagined naked mother's body, projected onto my underwear. I fantasized about pressing her naked body beneath
me , feeling an ecstatic sensation.

After about ten seconds, this ecstatic feeling began to fade, replaced by a strong
sense of guilt and self-reproach.

"What's wrong with me? What have I done? She's my mother..."

Emptiness!

A sudden, extreme emptiness filled my heart. Although I had just experienced my first orgasm outside of a dream,
at this moment it all felt meaningless, instead bringing me a deep sense of shame.

After catching my breath, I carefully cleaned up all the traces left by this absurd act, putting
my mother's sexy clothes back in their original place. I did it very meticulously because I was really afraid that
my mother would find out.

Then I went back to my room, feeling extremely tired, and fell asleep quickly after collapsing onto the bed.

"Little brother, little brother, little brother..."

It was my sister's gentle voice. It must have been noon; I remembered my alarm clock had already rung. My sister and
mother had already returned, but I was still lying in bed, wearing only my underwear and without a blanket.

My sister doesn't seem to mind seeing me dressed like this. In fact, she's seen me completely naked before. Even two years
ago , she openly stood naked in front of me without any problem. Now, she's
seventeen and I'm fourteen, almost adults, and she doesn't try to avoid my
gaze when changing her clothes. She lets me see her wearing only a bra and panties.

While I've developed impure thoughts about my mother, I remain
indifferent to my sister.

I think it's probably because her body hasn't fully developed yet. Looking at her breasts, I think it will
take another year or two for them to grow as full and round as my mother's.

After she came in, she covered me with the blanket and tried to wake me, but I was really tired and felt
dizzy. I didn't want to get up even when she called me.

"Little brother, are you feeling unwell?" My sister's voice was full of concern.

I turned over and lay face down on the floor with my back to the bed. "Sister, I feel so suffocated. Can you let me have some peace and quiet?"

I was telling the truth. I was really depressed and filled with shame, but I was also fantasizing about ravaging my mother's body
like .

At this moment, my mother came in. She was still wearing a dress and sexy stockings. I couldn't resist the temptation
to lewdly lick the beautiful body covered by her dress.

"Get up and get dressed."

My mother's commanding tone shattered my illusions, making me realize again: "She is my mother,
a mother who loves me but is also strict with me."

"I...I don't want to get up!" Actually, it wasn't that I didn't want to get up, but my penis was already
hard because of my mother's sexy body. How could I dare to turn over now and let them see me?

"Little brother!" My sister scolded, angry at my disobedience to our mother.

In my sister's heart, our mother was undoubtedly sacred, and I used to think so too, but
now I had wicked thoughts, wanting to break through my mother's sacred shell and play with her sacred body.

Mom was definitely not in a good mood today. Seeing her son disobey her twice and show no remorse,
it was hard not to be angry. She said sternly, "Fine, then you can forget about lunch today."

After Mom and my sister left, my penis gradually softened.

"Another meal to go hungry," I sighed helplessly, rubbing my stomach.

Mom has always been like this with my sister and me; her harshest punishment is not allowing us to eat. In the past ,
when Dad was home, he would object, saying that it was harmful to the children's health, but Mom always insisted on her way.
Dad could never get Mom to give in when it came to disciplining the children. Even Mom seemed vehemently opposed
to Dad getting involved. In her view, disciplining the children was solely her responsibility, and Dad had no right to
it .

I did have a moment of resentment towards Mom, but it was completely
unreasonable being petulant. However, it was rare for me to act impulsively, and I was genuinely being unreasonable.

Perhaps I wanted to make Mom discover the wicked thoughts that had just arisen within me and to demand some kind of morally
questionable satisfaction. But that was impossible; it was just a pathetic attempt at self-comfort. But
what's the problem? What I needed now was self-comfort. No one else could comfort
me because I dared not let anyone know I harbored such wicked thoughts.

I simply locked my bedroom door. My sister tried to sneak me some bread and drinks, but
I didn't open the door no matter how long she knocked . That evening, I stayed in my room again. Although I hadn't eaten all day,
I didn't feel hungry.

"Little brother, dinner's ready," my sister called, knocking on the door.

No matter how much she knocked or called, I didn't answer. I felt lost, helpless, and
fearful … a mix of emotions overwhelmed me, and I didn't even have the desire to speak.

"Little brother! What's wrong?" my sister asked, clearly worried.

I thought, "Mom must be worried too."

Sure enough, Mom came to call me, her tone much softer. "Ah-Jie, aren't you hungry? Get up
and eat ."

I felt a surge of satisfaction; I had clearly won. Mom cared about me a lot; she wouldn't let
me go a whole day without eating. If I starved, she would be the one most heartbroken.

But I still didn't open the door. I wasn't satisfied with this, but what tormented me most was that I
had to let Mom know my true intentions: to have her body, to
have sex with her. Did I dare tell her?

"Mom!" I suddenly cried out in excruciating pain.

This startled my mother and sister.

"Jie!"

"Little brother!"

They both exclaimed simultaneously and pounded on the door, clearly thinking
something .

"Jie, can you open the door and let Mom in?"

"No!" I said firmly, and the reason I couldn't open the door was exactly the same as the reason I couldn't get out of bed before—
my penis had turned into an iron rod. How helpless I felt. I really wanted to throw myself into
my mother's arms and cry my heart out.

"Jie, listen to me, open the door quickly," Mom pleaded. "It was all my fault
this morning. I'll never force you to get up so early again."

Mom was giving in to me, which instantly gave me a surge of pleasure, as if Mom had surrendered to my
body and was at my mercy. I couldn't help but grip my penis tightly; it was already fully erect.
Guided by the physical pleasure, I instinctively started masturbating.

"Mom!" I called out boldly to my mother, who was only separated from me by a door, while rapidly masturbating
, imagining that Mom was right in front of me, naked.

"Ah Jie, Mom's here, please open the door, okay?" My mother's gentle, pleading voice was undoubtedly the best
aphrodisiac, instantly arousing me to the extreme. She had no idea that her son was mentally
defiling her body.

"Mom!" I called out one last time, and then, unable to hold back any longer, a thick stream of semen
gushed , wave after wave of pleasure violently assaulting my brain.

I gasped for breath, having just experienced an unprecedented orgasm, but that damned sense
of guilt and shame instantly overwhelmed me.

I listlessly cleaned up my semen, then tried to open the door, but ultimately collapsed back down, too weak to do so.

"Jie, open the door! Are you trying to drive your mother crazy?" My mother's voice was choked with emotion.

I finally opened the door. My mother and sister saw my haggard and exhausted face, and were both puzzled and heartbroken.

Clearly, this couldn't have been caused by arguing with my mother; there must be another reason. But
they couldn't possibly imagine that the real reason was that I was deeply entangled in lust for my mother.

"Jie, is something on your mind? Tell your mother, okay?" My mother looked anxious, completely unlike the stern and cold person she had been with during
the day . This was her true nature!

She gently stroked my hair, and naturally tried to pull me into her arms. This would have
been perfectly normal for us before, but now it was completely different. I felt like I'd been electrocuted
, and I pushed her away abruptly, backing away until I thought she couldn't reach me.

What a joke! Given the allure of my mother's body, let alone physical contact,
even just seeing her in sexy clothes would make my penis instantly erect if I couldn't control myself.
What if my erection pressed against her when she hugged me?

But my unusual behavior was clearly incomprehensible to my mother and sister; they were both stunned.

Mom snapped out of her daze and said sadly, "Jie, do you hate Mom?"

I shook my head and remained silent.

"My dear Mom, how can I explain this to you? I really want to openly hug you,
touch your skin, or comfortably enjoy your warm embrace and gentle caresses, but I
can no longer enjoy being close to you as innocently as before! Unless you can accept my
inappropriate thoughts about you," I thought helplessly.

"Sigh! It's because Mom was too strict with you, and you resent Mom, right?" Mom still
held onto her misunderstanding. She said somewhat disheartenedly, "Okay, Mom won't be as
strict ..."

"Mom, you really misunderstood." I said without explaining, and rushed out the door into
the bathroom . I realized that my penis had inevitably become erect again after Mom stroked my hair.

I ate some food casually at the dinner table and then left the dining room listlessly.
Chapter Two: Sleeping Together
I deeply realized that when I harbored improper thoughts towards my mother, the joy of breaking taboos
was fleeting, like a torrent that, no matter how turbulent, could not escape its inevitable
destruction.

After the brief, ephemeral joy dissipated, a torrent of pain would completely engulf my heart,
causing me to fall into a demonic path and sink into a sea of suffering.

I experienced pain I had never felt before. Since what happened that morning, I had no
energy in class; I was no longer the person I used to be.

Now, I am listless every day, almost a walking corpse, and unwilling to share my inner thoughts with anyone
. I knew it was impossible for anyone to understand my inner thoughts at that moment; otherwise, the situation would only
worsen. I couldn't help but imagine that I might be mistaken for a mental patient and forcibly sent to isolation for treatment.

Actually, I was overthinking it, but I was still young. Although I had learned
some , knowing that boys experience nocturnal emissions at a certain age, and
I used to joke about it with my classmates in class, not taking it seriously at all, my textbooks didn't teach me what to do if I had a nocturnal emission while
dreaming of my mother. Should I ask my
physiology teacher about this? That was obviously impossible, so I could only suffer in ignorance.

Actually, my mother had long sensed that something was wrong with me, but because I deliberately avoided contact and
communication , she could only watch helplessly and couldn't understand my situation. She couldn't possibly grasp
the root of the problem I was facing.

These past few days, there's been a new change at home: my mother suddenly stopped going to work. My sister told me she had resigned
from her job.

When I heard this news, I was very surprised. My mother is a semi-successful woman,
but that doesn't mean her career wasn't successful; it's just that while she was successful in her career, she
also took excellent care of her family. Therefore, half of her brilliance was overshadowed by her success as a housewife, but
in reality, she is a very successful woman.

I finally learned from my sister that my mother wanted to open her own beauty salon.

She said, "Mom gave up her career to take care of us before. Now that we're grown up,
she should have her own career too." "

So Mom is going to become a career woman," I said absentmindedly.

My sister said, "Of course! Mom has sacrificed so much for us in the past, so we must
support ."

"How do we support her?" I said dismissively, "That's for adults. Why are you always so
nosy ? You interfere in everything! You're too young to be a housekeeper; you're not even fully grown yet. You can
manage her however you want after you get married."

I think maybe it's because I've just developed a mother complex, so subconsciously I hope Mom will
become a family woman.

As I expected, my words immediately provoked my sister's fury, but I had my own
way of dealing with it: I remained calm despite her rage.

Time passed as usual, and my masturbation became more and more frequent. Each time, my fantasy
was of my own mother. I had fantasized about every part of her body countless times, and
afterwards I always felt ashamed and guilty. In addition, my sister told me that my mother was going
to shift towards a career-oriented lifestyle, so I started trying to break this shameful habit.

Because I always choose the best time and place to masturbate, and I clean up the scene very
carefully , no one in my family knows that I have developed this
habit. Therefore, my mother mistakenly believes that the weakness and fatigue caused by masturbation are due to my studying too
hard .

I should mention that I'm currently in the second semester of my second year of junior high school. After this summer,
I'll be in my third year and facing the first major exam of my life—the high school entrance exam. So, before the Oedipus complex
incident , I was extremely diligent and hardworking. My mother didn't need to urge me on anything; I had this
self-discipline, which is basically all thanks to her. She started cultivating the habit of
diligence and studiousness .

My mother hasn't started opening her beauty salon yet, perhaps because she wants to rest more. However,
due to my deliberate distancing, she has no mood for relaxation at all. I can tell that she's
also very upset.

In my opinion, the key to overcoming my inappropriate thoughts about my mother lies in my willpower, starting with
trying to quit masturbation. However, this attempt quickly failed. I discovered
that when faced with the temptation of sexual pleasure, my supposedly strong willpower proved incredibly fragile. It wasn't something that
could be overcome simply by making some solemn vow. Therefore, I decided to gradually reduce the frequency of masturbation,
achieving my goal step by step. But after a week, while the frequency did decrease for the first two days
, I eventually lost control and returned to my old ways. All my efforts were in vain.

For the last few weeks of this semester, I was completely preoccupied with this matter. When the final exams came, I
walked into the exam hall listlessly, and walked out listlessly as well. That's how I ended my second year of junior high with
the worst .

Finally, summer vacation arrived, and when my mother learned my grades, she was furious. She and my sister
interrogated .

"You better tell me the truth! What happened? I saw you studying really hard recently, how
did you get such grades?" my mother shouted angrily at me.

I thought, "Even if you beat me to death, I still won't confess." So I said guiltily, "There are always
times when . I tried my best, as you all saw. Maybe my intelligence is declining. It's not
my fault. Maybe I should take some medicine to improve my intelligence."

"A sophistry!" "

That's a sophistry."

My sister watched coldly, but I could tell from her expression that she seemed to be guessing something. She
might not be right, but it was definitely not something good. Her eyes were gleaming with cunning.

Sure enough, after Mom gave me a good scolding, she suddenly blurted out, "Mom,
it seems like my brother is in love. He must have fallen for a girl but hasn't been able to win her over . He
's heartbroken, which is why he's neglecting his studies and his grades have plummeted."

"Ah!" I almost jumped up. "How can you say that? Without any evidence..."

My sister giggled and said to Mom, "Mom, see, I guessed right,

didn't I?" "Ah Jie! Is that right?" Mom was clearly mostly convinced, and her slightly softened expression suddenly
turned .

At this point, I knew completely ignoring it wouldn't work; I had to come up with a reasonable explanation.
But the most crucial thing was to keep my mother from knowing I was fantasizing about her. That would be a far greater offense than neglecting
my studies . However, I didn't know how to explain it, so I tried to avoid the question. Finally, I impatiently
said, "Mom, I don't like any girl, it's just… ugh! How am I supposed to say this! I don't know how!
I really can't tell you this! I'm so annoyed! Please stop causing me trouble! I'm going to die!"
As I spoke, I became increasingly agitated, almost to the point of rambling incoherently.

Seeing me acting like a madwoman, my mother's attitude suddenly softened. She gently stroked my head and
said, "It seems something has happened to you that's causing you to miss your studies. Okay, Mom won't
pressure you anymore. Don't worry too much, things will work out eventually."

I was very pleased with my mother's comfort, and my heart was pounding. Undoubtedly, my wicked thoughts were back,
but this time I didn't have to worry about my erection hitting my mother. Since that day, I had been wearing
very tight underwear, which would prevent my restless thing from hitting
her . I don't think this method was my original idea; I just learned it on my own.

I simply hugged my mother, something I'd always dreamed of. My heart was quickly
filled with the warmth of her two soft, fragrant breasts. I really wanted to immediately ejaculate my rock-hard member, but
I wouldn't dare. This is a classic case of lust without courage. I could only hold my mother's body tightly, indulging in
unrestrained fantasies.

"Mom," I called out involuntarily, my voice weary. Only then did I truly...
I realized that fantasizing is exhausting, and fantasizing about my mother is exhaustion to the power of exhaustion.

My calling her name filled my mother with tenderness, a love as gentle as spring water, nourishing
every part of my body.

That night, I went to bed early, unlike usual, without masturbating before sleep. Strangely,
after fantasizing about my mother while holding her, I felt satisfied, and returned to my room without any further sexual urges.

That's good; I thought I could finally have a pure night.

But not long after this thought arose, my mother suddenly came to my room.

She wasn't wearing shoes; her beautiful, translucent feet were bare. I only noticed her
coming in when the light by my bedside came on, which startled me and simultaneously awakened a deep-seated desire within me.

She was wearing a loose-fitting slip dress, without a bra underneath, her nipples clearly visible
. Her long hair was styled in an elegant updo, reminiscent of the cloud-like black hair of
ancient women, exuding a languid and alluring charm. But what truly aroused my lust
was the low-cut dress, revealing her breathtakingly alluring breasts. It was like an
abyss , and even knowing it, I jumped in without hesitation.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

What was Mom up to, suddenly entering my room?

Thankfully, I wasn't so naive as to think she was trying to force herself on me. She would never have
such thoughts, and she hadn't yet realized her son harbored any such intentions. Perfect, this was my
chance .

Sure enough, my mother's smile still held the unique kindness and warmth of a mother.

"Are you asleep?" she asked gently, lightly stroking my forehead. Then, she
naturally and gracefully got into bed, pulled the covers over herself, and shared the same bed with me.

"Uh… not asleep yet," I said guiltily.

"Let's sleep with Mom tonight. It's been so long since we've slept together."

Of course, I had no reason to disagree; I'd been dreaming about it. Sexual relations were out of the
question, but what more could I ask for than sleeping with my mother, whom I longed for day and night?
So I embraced her, greedily inhaling her alluring scent. I wasn't worried about
getting an erection; I always took precautions.

I suddenly wanted to stroke my mother's hair, but it was tied up, so I couldn't. Without
thinking , I blurted out, "Mom, I want to play with your hair..."

As soon as the words left my mouth, my face flushed, and my heart jumped to my throat.

Fortunately, my mother didn't seem to think of what I was thinking. Without any hesitation, she generously
agreed to my request, saying, "Then I'll put it down." Then she gently removed my arms from her body,
sat up, and took off her hair clip. Her long, black, shiny hair cascaded down her back and shoulders, and a delicate
fragrance wafted over.

Then Mom snuggled back into my bed, hugging me tightly and letting my hands wander behind her. I
finally got to stroke her soft hair. My desire surged.

"Jie, why won't you tell Mom what's on your mind now?" Mom gently stroked my back.

I stopped, placing my hand on her shoulder. I noticed her eyes were filled with tenderness as she
looked at me, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer her question, nor did I dare meet her burning gaze. I
silently looked away.

A moment later, I heard my mother's sad sigh. "It's because of what happened between your father and me, isn't it?"

I thought for a moment and suddenly felt that this was a reasonable explanation. So, I decided to use this as an excuse to back down,
pretending that my thoughts had been guessed, and said, "Mom, what... what happened?"

My mother suddenly looked directly into my eyes. Her gaze was very gentle, but I felt as if she could
see right through me.

Of course, she couldn't possibly see through my heart. I think no one in the world except myself
has that ability.

"Jie, this is an adult matter, don't overthink it, okay? You just need to know that no matter
what happens to your dad and mom in the future, mom will always love you, and your sister too. Mom
will never let go of either of you; you are both my lifeblood!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two streams of tears welled up in my mother's eyes.

I was shocked. My mother was crying! I had never seen my mother cry since I was born
, and now she was crying!

I suddenly felt lost and wanted to get up to call my sister, but Mom seemed to read my mind.
She grabbed me, sobbing, "I didn't expect Mom to cry, did I? Why can't Mom cry?
It hurts Mom so much that you're treating me like this!"

"Mom, it's all my fault. I was disobedient. I... I'll never do it again..." I
almost burst into tears myself, but I knew I couldn't cry now.

I realized Mom really cared about me too much. She felt she might lose me, that I wouldn't live with her in the future,
which was why she was so heartbroken. I shouldn't have lied to her. I regretted it so much!

"Mom, I won't leave you," I said resolutely.

"Then why are you distancing yourself from your mother? Isn't it because you feel she's too strict with you?"

"Absolutely not, Mom, I swear, absolutely not! I love you very much, and I can't bear
to leave you." As I spoke, I suddenly hugged my mother tightly. It was truly out of impulse;
unusually, this time it was genuinely pure. "Mom, please believe me."

My mother sighed, seemingly uncomfortable being held in my arms, and pulled away, saying, "Alright,
Mom believes you. Then why haven't you been close to me lately? Why haven't you been able to talk to me about your feelings? And why are you always
arguing with me?"

"I..." I didn't dare to tell the truth. After stammering for a while, I made up a lie and said, "It's because you're
too domineering, Mom. Out of 24 hours a day, only the seven hours I sleep are free. You even have to set a
time for meals, and you have to go for walks twice a day. I think I'm practically an adult now, and I want
to have more freedom. But I really don't hate you, Mom. I still like living with you.
I just hope you won't be so controlling in the future."

After thinking about it, my mother thought back to the first time we had a conflict. It was because
I woke up late for no reason and she wouldn't let me eat breakfast, which finally made her angry. So she believed what I said.

"Alright, Mom promises you, I'll give you some freedom from now on."

Mom quickly regained her strict motherly demeanor, gently pinching my cheek with one hand, and began to re-establish my
activity rules. "What Mom is talking about is appropriate freedom, understand? You don't have to get up so early,
but you can't be past 7:30. If you feel bored, you don't have to go for a walk, but you can't
spend half a day eating, that's unchangeable..."

By the time she finished announcing this, it was already a little past 7:30. Well, I can't sleep past 7:30 tomorrow either,
but I don't want to protest. I even hope she continues. As she talks, I hug her and
casually stroke her soft hair, feeling a comfort that goes straight to my heart.

After she finally finished speaking, I was momentarily overcome with a sudden impulse and boldly kissed her forehead lightly. Before she
could react, I said, "Mom, I love you."

Luckily, I did it naturally, so my mother naturally assumed my love was pure, the
love of a son for his mother. She smiled and gently returned my kiss.

I felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey, and I could almost smell the warmth and
fragrance emanating from where my mother had kissed me.

Perhaps I was too excited at that moment, because I suddenly did something restless: I pulled my mother's beautiful hair
down to her chest. Her long, smooth, black hair cascaded over her two full breasts, making my
heart flutter.

Fortunately, this didn't seem to exceed my mother's tolerance, so she just smiled contentedly,
watching me without blinking.

"Okay, stop playing and go to sleep. You can't be past 7:30 tomorrow," she said gently.

"Mom, give me one more kiss and I'll go to sleep," I pleaded.

My mother didn't refuse. She leaned in and gently kissed my face, then said "Goodnight,"
turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

Chapter 3: My sister
slept with my mother for the first time since she started fantasizing about her.

I slept particularly comfortably and peacefully that night. I dreamed of my mother that night, but I didn't have a nocturnal emission,
and nothing special happened in the dream. I couldn't remember the specific details of the dream when I woke up.

Strangely enough, I felt very relaxed after waking up that morning. I woke up before my mother;
it was still quite dark outside, the morning light was rather weak. When I opened my eyes, I vaguely saw my mother's
alluring sleeping posture. Her jade-like legs were slightly bent, the shape of her feet was very sexy, her skin was like solidified cream, and her black hair was still
lazily draped over her chest—my masterpiece from last night. It was clear that my mother was sleeping very peacefully, without making any significant
movements . She was facing me from the side, and her low-cut nightgown allowed me to admire her breathtakingly alluring breasts. Because she
was sleeping on her side, her breasts were pressed tightly together, making them even more captivating. I secretly envied
myself . At that time, I could hold these beautiful breasts and suck milk to my heart's content. My eyes
moved up and when I saw her sweet face, I finally couldn't help but lean in and kiss her softly and lovingly.

I originally wanted to kiss her lips, but I was afraid of waking her up, so I had to do the next best thing and kiss her
face.

At this time, my penis was hard and the distance between it and my mother's vagina was less than ten centimeters, but I didn't feel as heavy a psychological burden
as before . I know my mother's sleep is very healthy and regular; she won't
wake up
easily until it's time . I thought that if I masturbated in front of my sleeping mother, or even boldly kissed her when I was about to climax, it would definitely be an unprecedentedly stimulating experience. But strangely, I only fantasized about it, letting time
slip away. Although the plan was entirely feasible, I never put it into action. And I
felt like I was too lazy to act.

At this moment, in such a beautiful scene, it was simply a perfect opportunity, a golden opportunity that wouldn't come
again . Yet, I only satisfied the fantasies hidden deep in my heart, too lazy to actually masturbate to
achieve greater pleasure. How strangely strange!

I felt a strange mix of surprise and delight, because it seemed to offer a glimmer of hope for
breaking .

In fact, I had never given up trying to quit, not even when I masturbated to orgasm while fantasizing about my mother's
naked body .

But if I acted on this idea, would I truly be able to break the habit?

Only time would tell. Let me explain this sudden thought: to spend more time with my mother,
to try and rekindle the love I felt as a son for her, in order to dilute my sexual desire for her.

However, as time went on, it became clear that this was essentially just an excuse for wanting to sleep with my mother indefinitely.

Yes, from then on, I became addicted to sleeping with my mom. Whenever my dad wasn't home, I would brazenly go to my mom's room and sleep in the same bed with her
for the night . Sometimes, my mom
would even come to my room to sleep with me.

What I found strange was that my mom
never as if she thought it was perfectly normal to sleep with her teenage son and that
there was nothing embarrassing about it.

When I realized this problem, I was already in the second semester of my third year of junior high school. In that nearly
year , I managed to reduce my masturbation to about three times a week, which I considered a huge
success. However, this was only possible if I slept with my mother frequently and secretly fantasized about her when I woke up alone at night.
It was fantasizing, not masturbating.

But it was precisely because I slept with my mother so often that my sexual desire for her became increasingly intense.
One night, I woke up feeling my penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode. I almost lost my mind and
tried rape my sleeping mother right there in bed.

Fortunately, I managed to pull myself back from the brink and avoid making a terrible mistake.

But don't think that just because Mom doesn't object to me sleeping with her, I can take advantage of her.
Absolutely not.

In fact, she has very clear boundaries. For example, while I can stroke her hair and put my arms around
her shoulders to sleep, she absolutely cannot accept me holding her in my arms. I can kiss her before sleeping.
My mother allows me to kiss her face and forehead, but absolutely not her lips, ears, or anywhere below her mouth. I know
these are sensitive areas for women, usually reserved for foreplay during intercourse
. I can't even kiss her hands; I can only hold or caress them. There are
other things I won't go into detail about, but in short, these are her sore spots, and touching them will surely enrage her.

Although my mother loves me dearly, when she gets truly angry, especially when she's in the right, it
's no joke.

So, while I sometimes fantasize about her while she's asleep,
I never choose to violate her sore spots.

Getting back to the point, as I mentioned earlier, I suddenly realized that my mother wasn't refusing my seemingly inappropriate requests at all
; in fact, she would sometimes even come to my door and climb into my bed to sleep with me. This was strange because I
knew other mothers wouldn't treat their sons like this. However, judging from her bottom line, there
was absolutely no way she intended to have incestuous sex with me. As far as I could tell, she didn't even have that thought.

I racked my brains but couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

I gradually became aware of the differences between my mother and other mothers. Other mothers
would kiss their children when they were young, perhaps before the age of ten, out of love. But once they reached
adolescence, they generally stopped kissing them. But now I am fifteen years old and about to graduate from junior high school, and
my mother still hugs me and kisses my cheek or perhaps my forehead, always so lightly and quickly.
Even so, every time it makes me feel comfortable to the core.

I honestly can't think of a suitable explanation. If my mother had any intention of having sex with me, she was
more determined to defend her boundaries than a soldier holding a position, making me lack even the courage
to test the waters .

I have to admit that this problem is unsolvable. If I had to find a solution, it would be that my mother loves me too much.

Sometimes there are two women in my bed, one of whom is my sister.

At first, my sister would laugh at me for always wanting my mother to sleep with her, but I felt there was absolutely no need to
care about her feelings.

My older sister's body developed very quickly, and now her figure is almost as voluptuous as my mother's,
and her femininity is gradually increasing. I've started to fantasize about her body and masturbate, but it's still relatively rare; I think about my
mother more often. However, I'm certain that I love my sister just as much. Like my love for my mother, it
includes both sexual and familial love.

At the age when I was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, having these two stunning beauties by my side every day made it difficult for me not to
feel sexually aroused.

But I still don't like my sister sleeping with me and my mother, because it forces me to be much more
obedient . I don't dare to kiss my mother before bed, nor do I dare to reach behind her and stroke her soft hair.

That night, we slept in the same bed, Mom in the middle, and my sister and I on either side.

Nothing unusual happened that night, but I was too scared to get up in the morning. Mom thought I was sick
and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

I said, "No, just a little tired, I want to sleep a little longer."

As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that my sister had somehow gotten into bed next to me. I heard
her suddenly scream, then burst into laughter.

Mom asked curiously, "Rongrong, what are you laughing at?"

That's when I realized something was wrong! My sister had actually put her hand inside my pants…

"Mom, little brother had a wet dream…" my sister cried out, as if trying to stir up trouble, her hand covered in my
semen. That brat! How shameless! "Don't you know what ladylike manners are?"

My face flushed crimson. This was so embarrassing! How could my sister do this? She didn't even consider my
feelings! I was furious!

But I was afraid Mom would scold me, so I kept my head down and didn't dare to breathe.

However, to my surprise, Mom didn't scold me, nor did she react as
dramatically . She simply tore off a piece of tissue and said gently, "Ah Jie, don't be shy. This is
a normal reaction for boys. Come here, let Mom help you clean it up."

Before I could object, she pulled down my underwear and gently wiped the semen from inside. She glared
at my sister and scolded, "Rongrong! Don't make fun of your brother. Boys having nocturnal emissions..." " It's perfectly normal
. Don't you ever have your period?"

My sister immediately deflated and stammered, "I just thought it was new because it was the first time I'd seen it with my own eyes,
hehe , little brother Jie, I'm sorry."

I didn't have time to pay attention to her because I was already in ecstasy. To clean more thoroughly, my mother
held my penis with her delicate hand, and then an incomparably comfortable pleasure traveled from her fingertips to my penis, and I immediately
became aroused and erect! My mother seemed unfazed, calmly wiping me down before pulling up
my pants . She said, "Alright, go take a shower and change your underwear. Don't be embarrassed. What
part of your body haven't I seen? Go on." After saying that, she tore off a piece of tissue and wiped
the semen .

As I left, I suddenly pinched my sister's butt, making her scream.

Immediately, I heard my mother laugh, "Serves you right!"

Seeing that even my mother wasn't defending her, my sister could only endure the pain and not argue with me.

I had just finished running the water and was about to take a shower when my mother suddenly brought in a clean set of pajamas for me. She put the clothes on
the hanger, then gently took my hand and softly asked, "Have you been masturbating lately?"

I was startled, my mind went blank, and I had no idea how to answer.

My mother reached out a delicate hand and gently stroked my face, saying softly, "It's okay. I
just wanted to tell you that while this kind of thing may make you happy, it's very harmful to your health. You must do it in moderation, understand?"

I immediately felt relieved. I had thought that after this embarrassing secret was revealed, my mother would definitely not let me off easily,
but she didn't blame me at all. I couldn't help but hope again and said, "I know,
I... I will definitely do it in moderation."

My mother nodded with satisfaction and asked, "How many times a week do you masturbate?"

I held up one finger, "Three times."

My mother smiled gently, "That's normal. It seems that even without me telling you, you know how to do it in moderation, but..."
" You don't have to keep these things to yourself all the time, and don't feel like it's something
shameful
. Boys all do this, so you don't need to have too much of a mental burden. Otherwise, you'll feel guilty, and if you keep it bottled up for too long, it'll cause problems."

I hadn't expected my mother to be so forgiving. The huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for almost a year was
finally lifted.

I said, "I understand, thank you, Mom."

My mother smiled gently and left the bathroom.

After showering, I returned to my room and found my sister still asleep on my bed. She was wearing a soft nightgown that
revealed her exquisite figure, her skin as white as snow, her lips red and her teeth white, her eyes like autumn water. She was like a beautiful
work of art. I secretly admired her beauty.

Speaking of which, I have to thank her. If she hadn't exposed my nocturnal emission in front of Mom, I
wouldn't have received Mom's gentle care and forgiveness.

I smiled and walked to the bedside. What had just happened hadn't seemed embarrassing to my sister at the time, but now
she appeared shy. She noticed my gaze burning as I stared at her beautiful body, and immediately
turned her head away, pretending not to notice.

My heart skipped a beat.

I had never seen my sister so shy before; she was truly beautiful, so feminine, and it gave me a
thrill of conquest.

Without thinking, I climbed into bed, lay down beside my sister, and suddenly opened my arms to embrace her.

She struggled slightly, but couldn't break free from my embrace. Suddenly, she looked up and said, "That's all.
Don't push your luck."

I nodded and replied knowingly, "I know. I'm also afraid of being found out by Mom."

My sister chuckled, and I knew she had finally let go. She adjusted her position to make me
more and asked, "Little brother, who did you dream about last night?"

Actually, I had dreamed about my sister last night, which caused my wet dream. I hesitated for a moment before honestly answering,
"I dreamed about you, sister."

My sister slapped my chest and scolded, "You're so pathetic. I didn't force you, and you confessed."

Suddenly, she asked, "When did this start?"

I said, "It started last year."

My sister said seriously, "Hmm, not too precocious. Is it always me in your dreams? Aren't there any other beautiful women
?"

Of course, I wouldn't dare say that I often fantasize about my mother's naked body and masturbate, but I couldn't say it was always her either.
"Of course it's not just you."

My sister pinched my cheek. "Hmph! So fickle! I've spoiled you for nothing! Tell me honestly, what other
beauties are you dreaming about?"

I stammered, "My female classmates, you wouldn't know them."

My sister laughed. "Maybe, but how many of your female classmates are fully developed? Most of them
are flat-chested. There are definitely some more mature ones, so tell me honestly."

She was open and generous. Dan's words truly surprised me. I said, "Okay, I'll be honest. I
often fantasize about one of my teachers, a language arts teacher. She has a great figure, but she's not as pretty as you,
and her skin isn't as fair and smooth."

My sister chuckled, "You smooth talker, trying to please your sister, huh?"

She suddenly rolled over, grabbed my arm, and said, "Lie flat on your back, let me rest my head on your arm."

I did as she said and lay flat on my back.

My sister rested her head on my arm, trying to get as close to my body as possible, and even let me put my arm around her shoulder with the hand she was using as a pillow
. At that moment, we were like a young couple who had just finished making love and were in a tender state.

I pressed myself against my sister's soft, supple body, instantly feeling a blissful sensation, no less intense than
when my mother's delicate hand had guided my penis.

I realized that from this moment on, my sister would hold an even more important place in my heart.

A moment later, I heard my sister's comfortable breath, and she suddenly said seriously, "Little brother, we
can't have sex."

"Okay," I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. My sister, like my mother, was very concerned about
her boundaries. She had now clearly told me her bottom line—I must never sexually
assault her.

Just then, I suddenly felt a cool sensation on my face; my sister was kissing me.

I was momentarily at a loss, but my sister remained remarkably calm. After the kiss, she rolled her eyes at me and said, "Look at
you, you're so spineless. You even fantasize about me in your dreams. I initiated the kiss, and now you're embarrassed?"

I smiled and tried to kiss her back, but she stopped me with her hand. It turned out there was a prior agreement: "Only kisses on the cheek."

I nodded, my eyes suddenly becoming affectionate. I moved closer to my sister's beautiful face and gently kissed her,
lingering for a long time.

My sister reached out and gently stroked my back, saying softly, "Alright, that's enough kissing for so long."

I suddenly leaned close to her ear, my breathing quickening, and mustered my courage to say, "Sister, I love you."

After saying that, I quickly looked at her expression.

My sister smiled happily and said, "No matter what kind of love you have, I'm happy because I
love you too, little brother Jie."

I felt a sweet warmth in my heart and couldn't help but reach out to stroke her face.

Her skin was soft and smooth; touching it made every cell in my body feel
pleasure.

My gaze suddenly shifted to her chest. Like my mother, she liked to wear low-cut nightgowns
without a bra, and I could clearly see her alluring breasts.

My sister quickly noticed my gaze, suddenly grabbed my hand, and said seriously, "Your breasts are very sensitive
; you're not allowed to touch them."

She then went on to announce many other parts of her body that I was not allowed to touch.

I obediently agreed, and in the end, I managed to secure a right:
to kiss the back of her hand when it was just the two of us.

"Little brother, it's a deal. No crossing the line, understand?"

"Understood," I replied.

After saying that, I gently kissed her again, and she closed her eyes, enjoying my kiss.
Chapter Four: Sister's Love
That morning, by chance, my sister and I opened up to each other, boldly declaring our deeply hidden
desires that transcended morality.

My sister was eighteen this year, the true age of youth, easily moved by emotions. She had always loved me dearly.
Perhaps it was at the same time as discovering my morning nocturnal emission that she saw my private parts. A boy's genitals
hold , and in that instant, the affection that was originally for her younger brother
bravely broke free from the constraints of ethics and morality, giving rise to romantic love.

However, because we received a relatively strict traditional education from our mothers from a young age, we were always
more afraid of the consequences of ethical and moral transgressions than the average person. Therefore, the desires we experienced at this moment were still largely
limited by ethics and morality.

A clear indication of this was that neither of us dared to let our mothers find out about this secret.

At this moment, my tongue lingered on my sister's delicate skin, as if we were one, my nerves were completely occupied by an
unprecedented sexual pleasure, as if my whole body was about to float up.

Because I had been kissing her for so long, my sister had already come to her senses. She cupped my face in her hands and
gently scolded me, "Little brother, you're being silly again! Kissing for so long, what will we do when Mom comes in and we don't know?"

Hearing this, I immediately pulled my lips away and noticed a faint hickey on my sister's fair face. A little
worried asked, "You left a mark, should we wash it off?"

My sister didn't seem to care, casually wiping it away and saying, "Why wash it? It'll be fine soon."

Then she added, "I felt really good too."

Only then did I realize that women also enjoy sex and intimacy.

Since it was getting late, and we were worried that Mom would come in to wake us after preparing breakfast, we had to
get up.

My sister went to wash up by herself, while Mom was busy preparing breakfast. Feeling I had nothing to do, I went to
my sister's room.

My sister is a very clean person; her room was impeccably tidy, filled with a faint, refreshing
fragrance . On her desk were photos of her, Mom, and me—surprisingly, no photos of Dad. This is understandable,
given Dad's deeply ingrained preference for sons; perhaps from
the day , he never truly cared for her, treating her with extreme coldness. Therefore, my sister
practically lives in a single-parent family. She outwardly responds to her father's indifference with coldness, but I think
she does crave his love.

On the soft bed sat a fluffy teddy bear, incredibly lifelike and adorable. It was the one that often kept
my sister company while she slept, and I thought I could take its place someday.

Next to the bed was my sister's dressing table, neatly arranged, very ladylike.

I couldn't help but sit in front of the dressing table, facing the mirror, playing with my sister's jewelry.

After my sister finished washing up, she returned with her bare, gleaming feet. Seeing that she hadn't yet done her hair, I
suddenly had a bright idea. I stood up, gently took her hand, and said, "Sister, come sit here, I'll help you
comb your hair."

My sister smiled and obediently sat down in front of me, so that her head came to just my waist.

She handed me the comb, saying, "Then you can comb it."

I saw her face filled with enjoyment in the mirror, her eyes full of tenderness. I really wanted to kiss her, but
I held back.

As I took the comb, I suddenly bent down, leaned close to her head, and deeply inhaled the fragrance of her hair,
sincerely praising, "Sister, you smell so good."

"Smell good? Then smell as much as you like," she said, her heart filled with joy.

I smiled and straightened up, beginning to carefully comb her hair.

My fingers lightly brushed past her ear, my fingertips touching her delicate earlobe, and I couldn't help but linger
there.

"Silly little brother, hurry up and comb your sister's hair," she urged with a smile.

I pinched a strand of soft hair between my two fingers and played with it fascinatedly, saying, "Sister, would you like to wear
earrings ?"

My sister had her ears pierced a long time ago, but she didn't wear earrings often, and I thought they would look very good on her.

My sister looked up at me with her pretty face, her eyes meeting mine gently, and asked, "Do you like them?"

I nodded. "I think they'll look beautiful on you."

She happily opened a drawer, took out an exquisite jewelry box, and pulled out
a pair

of crystal earrings she had bought a long time ago. She handed them to me, saying, "I haven't worn them in a long time. Here, help me put them on." "Okay," I replied excitedly. As I took the crystal earrings, I took her soft, delicate
hand and, without asking her opinion, brought it to my lips and gently kissed it.

My sister didn't resist; she silently enjoyed the love conveyed by my kiss.

I carefully put the earrings on for her, gazing at her beautiful face in the mirror with fascination.

"Am I pretty?" my sister suddenly asked gently.

I said, "Of course you're beautiful, my sister! How could you not be beautiful? More beautiful and more holy than an angel!"

My sister smiled contentedly and said, "Then hurry up and comb your hair, we have to rush to school."

She was still wearing a low-cut spaghetti strap nightgown. The fabric of the nightgown felt very smooth, and visually it looked like flowing
milk. I would occasionally look down and see her deep cleavage. She could see
my actions in the mirror, but she didn't object, so I became bolder. Suddenly, I reached out and touched her face, sometimes playing with
her soft black hair.

I said sincerely, "Sister, I'm so happy because of you."

My sister's face lit up with joy. She took my hand and said emotionally, "Sister too."

Then she said, "Little brother, you're done combing your hair."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, turned around, smiled, and gently stroked my face with her jade-like hand. "
Come pick me up from my school after school this afternoon."

Since my school didn't have a high school section, my sister and I didn't go to the same school.
The two schools were quite far apart, so we usually went home separately after school.

Now my sister asked me to pick her up after school, of course, so that we could
spend time . There would definitely be plenty of sweet talk during that time. Although the time would be short, it would be precious.

I happily agreed, "Okay."

My sister suddenly spoke in a commanding tone, "From now on, this will be every day, rain or shine, understand?"

Her tone had a hint of a romantic date, and I felt an unprecedented excitement. I obediently replied,
"Understood."

My sister said, "Go back and change your clothes, we're leaving."

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly wrapped my arms around my sister's shoulders, pleading, "Sister, I want..."
"Watching you...watching you change clothes, I want to see your body, okay?"

My sister wasn't embarrassed by my words, but chuckled and said, "No way."

I persisted, "Why not? I've seen your naked body when I was little."

"Hehe, how can that compare? Back then, I wasn't even developed yet. How can I let you see me now?
Don't even think about it!"

"Sister..." I suddenly pushed her breasts against my chest, feeling a plea,
and begged, "I just want to see. I've never seen a mature woman's body before, sister..."
"...Please let me see, okay? I really want to see!"

But my sister, determined not to give in, forcefully broke free from my embrace, her tone suddenly
hardening . "Absolutely not! There's no room for negotiation. Go change your clothes now."

Hearing this, I felt a pang of disappointment. It seemed there was no chance of getting a good look today,
so I stopped pestering her. Partly because I didn't want to force her, and partly because I was afraid my sister would really get angry with me.

Seeing my unhappy expression, my sister seemed to feel sorry for me. She suddenly
kissed me lightly on the cheek, her expression returning to its previous gentleness. She said softly, "Go change your clothes first. I'll
just wear my underwear for you to see, okay?"

My heart skipped a beat. I thought this was a good compromise, so I obediently went back to my
room and changed into my clothes as fast as I could. Then I went to check on my mother, figuring she
wouldn't have breakfast ready for a while, before excitedly heading to my sister's room.

At first glance, I saw that my sister was only wearing a white bra and white panties. She
was sitting on the bed like a stranded beauty, with her plump breasts sticking out, revealing her sexy buttocks, graceful calves
, and slender feet. Her cute little toes were slightly bent, and the insteps were like a gentle and smooth slope.

The bright wrist is raised slightly, and the jade fingers hold a strand of black hair scattered around the ear. The head is slightly tilted to the left, and the eyes are like
a bird's eyes .

The shoulders are as if cut, the neck is as if made of snow, the waist is as slender as a willow supporting the wind, and the hair is slightly messy but beautiful against the naked skin.

She asked tenderly, "Does this look good?"

I was captivated by my sister's beauty, my breath quickening, my mind a little fuzzy, and mechanically replied, "So beautiful."

"Then look good. From now on, let your sister be your sexual fantasy object. In your dreams, may
your sister always look like this."

I thought, even without your reminder, I would do it myself.

My sister didn't give me much time before she finished putting on her skirt.

Seeing that I had come to my senses, my sister smiled sweetly, suddenly picked up her top and tossed it to me, saying, "You help
your sister put this on."

I excitedly agreed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and enjoying dressing her.

My sister is currently a senior in high school, so of course she has to wear a school uniform. The girls at her school wear
knee-length skirts and collared t-shirts.

After I finished dressing my sister, a sudden thought struck me. I gently embraced her slender waist from behind,
my lips almost touching her ear, and recited with deep affection the beautiful lines from Tao Yuanming's "Idle Feelings": "I wish I were the collar of her garment,
to receive the lingering fragrance of her beautiful head; I grieve for the night's separation from her silken robe, lamenting the endless autumn night!

I wish I were the belt of her skirt, to bind her graceful figure; I alas for the changing temperatures, that she may take off her old clothes and put on new ones! I wish I were the balm

for her hair, to brush her dark temples against her slumped shoulders; I grieve for the beauty's frequent bathing, which has withered her skin with the cold water!

I wish I were the ink for her eyebrows, to accompany her every glance; I grieve for the freshness of her makeup, that it may ruin her beautiful attire!"

I wish to be a mat in Dongguan, to comfort my frail body through the three autumns; alas, the embroidered mat was replaced by a courtesan, only to be sought again after a year!

I wish to be silk shoes, to accompany my simple feet as I move about; alas, my movements are restrained, and they are left abandoned before my bed!

I wish to be a shadow in the daytime, always following my form east and west; alas, the shade of the tall tree is abundant, yet sometimes different!

I wish to be a candle in the night, to illuminate your beautiful face between the pillars; alas, the rising sun shines forth, extinguishing the light and hiding its glow!

I wish to be a fan in bamboo, to hold my sorrowful breath in my soft hand; alas, the morning dew falls, shrouding my sleeves in its fading light!

I wish to be a paulownia tree, to be a zither played on my lap; alas, joy turns to sorrow, and I am finally pushed aside to fall silent!

From a young age, I was well-versed in classical Chinese literature and poetry, able to recite many famous works. This wasn't a deliberate attempt to delve deeper; it
was spontaneous expression of my feelings. This particular passage perfectly conveyed my deep affection for my sister.

Listening to my rhythmic recitation, she quickly became captivated, her body softly sinking into my embrace,
accompanied by the warm fragrance of her body. I touched her smooth skin again, a gentle warmth slowly
flowing into my heart.

I felt her body relax intimately; she seemed to have surrendered herself to
me completely.

Her body temperature mingled with mine, and we both felt the intense desire within each other,
yet we had to remain just a short distance apart.

"Little brother, you're a man who can make women swoon. When you mature,
lots of beautiful girls will be chasing after you," she sighed.

When Mom came in to call us for breakfast, we had already separated.

At the table, my sister suddenly said, "Mom, my brother and I aren't coming home for lunch. We've decided to
go to the city library to study."

This was definitely an idea she came up with on a whim; I had no idea, but I loved it.

As soon as I looked up, I was met with a smug glance from my sister.

Mom wasn't surprised, because at that moment, both my sister and I were in the throes of intense studying—I was aiming for a
top high school, and my sister was aiming for a top university. So Mom readily agreed, but
asked with some concern, "You don't even rest at noon, can you handle it?"

I said, "Mom, it's okay, we're going to bed later these days, aren't we?"

Actually, for me, the pressure of getting into a top high school isn't that heavy; I
could get into the school my sister is currently attending.

As for my sister, she's a well-known talent at school, but if she wants to get into Tsinghua or Peking University, she'll have to be ruthless and
work incredibly hard to have a better chance. However, she might not be willing to leave Mom and me and go to
study so far away on her own. I think she'll most likely choose a top university in our city or another nearby city in the south.
If that's the case, as long as she performs normally, there shouldn't be any problem.

From then on, my sister and I were inseparable, but no one discovered our secret
affair.

My mother remained the same as before; I secretly harbored a deep love for her, longing for love and sex with her.
But she didn't react at all; it was all just my unrequited love. Her love for me was
a mother's love as deep as the sea. Her beauty salon opened last year, so her schedule is very tight now, but she
still insists on being home before noon and 7 pm to take meticulous care of my sister and me. It seems that while she's pursuing
a career , she hasn't considered giving up her role as a housewife.

As for Dad, we often neglect him.

My sister and I spend every noon together at the city library, studying diligently. My sister is
a humanities student, while I excel in both humanities and sciences. In the humanities, my strength lies in writing essays
and composing classical Chinese poems; in this area, I could easily guide my sister, who started learning three years earlier than me.

Although my science grades were good, I was far from being proficient in high school math, physics, and chemistry.

With less than two months until my sister's college entrance exam, her mock exam results had just come out.
When I went to pick her up
that didn't ask any questions and simply walked home with her. But then a pretty long-haired girl suddenly walked over and
called out, "Li Rongrong, please wait a moment."

My sister was clearly even more displeased, but she still reluctantly stopped and said to the pretty girl,
"Xiao Yu, is there something you need?"

I was sizing up this girl named Xiao Yu without any politeness. She was really pretty, almost as pretty as my sister
, but she looked more gentle and charming. I instantly came to a conclusion from her eyes: she
was a girl who was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

Xiao Yu also looked me up and down, and at the same time, she didn't say what she was going to say earlier. She asked my sister
with great curiosity, "Who is he?"

My sister said impatiently, "My brother. Just say what you have to say."

Seeing how cold my sister was to Xiao Yu, I didn't pay any more attention to her.

"So what if she's beautiful? I have two beauties in my family." I thought to myself.

Xiao Yu, sensing the situation, stopped bothering me and suddenly said sincerely to my sister, "Li Rongrong,
I really didn't mean anything against you in class just now. If you're still unhappy, I can apologize
..."

My sister suddenly interrupted with a laugh, "Alright, who asked for an apology? Do you think I really care about you? It's okay
!"

I was secretly puzzled. What was going on? In my memory, my sister wasn't this fickle.

Xiao Yu also looked confused and hesitated, "You really... forgive me?"

My sister smiled broadly and said generously, "Yes, I'm not a petty person. I really forgive you
."

What conflict had happened between them in class? Although I was quite puzzled, I didn't press my sister for
an answer.

It was probably just a trivial matter, I thought. Otherwise, why would my sister be so agreeable?

Xiao Yu happily extended her hand to her sister, saying, "Can we be friends from now on? I'm new here, so
please take care of me."

My sister suddenly grabbed my hand, saying, "No problem, treat us to a meal, consider it a get-together."

Xiao Yu readily agreed, "Okay."

She then flagged down a car. I hesitated, but my sister pulled me into the car without further ado.

"A beautiful lady is treating you, why are you being so polite?" my sister said, laughing and scolding me.

It turns out Xiao Yu hasn't been in this city long. She said she had to move here because of family reasons,
and now with the college entrance exam so close, she has to transfer schools, which shows how serious her family situation is.

I formally introduced myself to Xiao Yu in the taxi.

Compared to before, her complexion was much better; she was practically a different person. Even I, as
someone close to her, couldn't help but sincerely marvel at how quickly her expression changed!

Xiao Yu didn't suspect anything. Seeing that she seemed genuinely not angry with him anymore, he cheered up and
suddenly joked, "These past few days, I've seen you have a guy picking you up from school every day, Rongrong. I thought he
was your boyfriend."

The older sister said cheerfully, "If I had known, I wouldn't have let you know he was my brother. I would have just pretended I really had such a
young and handsome boyfriend."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two of us siblings exchanged a knowing glance, secretly enjoying
the thrill .

Xiao Yu said, "It's great that he's a younger brother. I really envy you. Having such a big brother
is wonderful. At least you don't have to be as lonely as I am now. I can't even find someone my age to chat with."

Suddenly, her older sister looked at Xiao Yu with a half-smile and said, "So, do you think my brother is handsome? Why don't you let him be your
boyfriend?"

I was taken aback. Why was my sister saying such nonsense? And in front of the driver!

Xiao Yu, however, took it as a joke and didn't pay much attention, saying, "He is very handsome, but you should
keep for yourself. These days, relationships between older women and younger men are very enviable."

I didn't want to object to her saying that; I truly loved my sister.

The older sister didn't object. She laughed and said, "Fine, don't worry about it. My brother isn't unwanted
. In two years, when he's more manly, there will be plenty of beautiful women vying for him. Don't regret it then."

She paused, then suddenly added, "Besides, my brother is a rare talent. Xiao Yu, don't you like
classical Chinese literature and poetry? My brother reads these classical texts like they're modern Chinese."

"Really that amazing?" Xiao Yu suddenly became interested and looked at me, saying, "Can you really read classical Chinese as
easily as you read modern Chinese?"

That was true, because I really like the history of the Three Kingdoms, the Jin Dynasty, the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the Song Dynasty.
So I often went to the library to look up historical materials on these topics. At first, I mostly read
academic works by modern historians, but after reading so many of these works, I gradually
began to . They just find evidence in ancient documents to support their arguments.
Before stating their own views, they always copy out a few passages of classical Chinese. I thought it would be better to just look up historical documents myself,
so I decided to learn classical Chinese.

I didn't mince words, saying, "Pretty much, but there are times when

I need to look things up in the dictionary." "That's much better than having to carry around an ancient Chinese dictionary to get through it!" Xiao Yu said enviously.
"By the way, I see you two siblings go to the city library to study every noon. I'll go with you from now on."
"Huh?"

I didn't comment, gesturing for her to ask my sister's opinion.

Xiao Yu said, "Rongrong, I'd like to ask your brother to tutor me in classical Chinese. You don't have any objections, do you?"

My sister smiled meaningfully, "No problem, as long as my brother is willing, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, she made a phone call to ask her mother for leave.

When the taxi stopped, I found the environment quite elegant, so I looked out the window and
was immediately surprised. It was actually the Dragon King Water Palace, which even had a high-end casino. She really spared no
expense.

My sister probably felt the same way I did. Before she even got out of the car, she said to Xiao Yu, who was settling the bill with the driver,
"Just have a simple meal, there's no need to spend so much."

Xiao Yu insisted on pulling us out of the car, laughing and saying, "How can we be casual? I genuinely
want to friends with you... Oh, and your brother too, he'll be my classical Chinese teacher from now on. This meal is both
a friendship-building feast and an apprenticeship ceremony, it has to be grand."

Seeing her say this, we didn't dare to persuade her any further, and followed her into the Dragon King Water Palace.

The meal here was incredibly expensive, so the service was, of course, impeccable; you could practically enjoy
the treatment of an ancient noble family.

Even so, my sister and I weren't intimidated by this situation. We're not
people who haven't seen big occasions before, and we enjoyed the meal comfortably and quietly—because we were raised
to not speak while eating or sleeping, unless it was a social occasion. But my sister and I both felt that this wasn't a social occasion
.

Xiao Yu, who had originally hoped to use the meal to connect with others, had no choice but to reluctantly accept the ancient rule of not speaking while eating or sleeping
.

After finishing their meal, Xiao Yu, seeing that they hadn't achieved their goal, suggested, "How about we go
sing karaoke? We just finished our mock exams, and tomorrow's the weekend, so let's relax."

Her sister readily agreed, "Okay, let's go! This time it's my and my sister's treat."

Having agreed, they ate some fruit, sat for a while, and then left the Dragon King Water Palace to find a karaoke bar.

Although there were only three of them, her sister still booked a large, VIP-sized room and ordered a dozen
beers. After the waiter adjusted the lights and equipment and left, they got into the swing of things.

I prefer instrumental music, and in terms of pop, I mostly like Chinese-style music.

My sister is quite the microphone hog, and her voice is good, but if we're talking about who's the best among the three,
Xiao Yu is definitely the best.

I think she sang even better than the original, so I felt too embarrassed to take the microphone.

I listened to their sweet voices while drinking and eating, gradually becoming quite captivated.

My sister and Xiao Yu seemed particularly close. I think they had a bit of a fight in the afternoon, but
my sister changed so quickly; even if they made up, it wouldn't be that fast. Now they're arm in arm,
looking like a couple.

You've got it wrong, they're both women.

"Xiao Jie, don't drink so fast, you'll get drunk easily." Xiao Yu started calling me that
when , which brought us much closer. But she had clearly said she wanted me to be
her classical Chinese teacher, what kind of student calls their teacher that?

But I didn't argue with the pretty girl and generously accepted the title.

I said, "Hmm, you're right. I feel a little nauseous."

Actually, I didn't really feel nauseous, I was just bloated from drinking and needed to pee. But when she mentioned it,
a crazy idea suddenly popped into my head, and I couldn't help but secretly give my sister a look.

My sister is no ordinary shrewd person. After receiving my look, she frowned slightly, showing hesitation
.

Xiao Yu didn't seem to notice our actions and said rather nervously, "Oh, let's go to the bathroom quickly."

"Okay," I replied, then glanced at my sister before going into the bathroom.

I closed the door but didn't lock it, first comfortably relieving myself, then anxiously waiting for my sister
to come in .

Not long after, I saw through the crack in the door that my sister said a few words to Xiao Yu. Because the sound system was too loud, I couldn't hear
what she said, but the next moment I saw her walking towards me.

My heart suddenly raced, and my whole body became excited.

After my sister came in, she carefully locked the door, turned around and said to me, "Tell me quickly, what kind of
mischief ?"

I mustered up my courage and said to my sister, "Sister, my lower body is so swollen, can you help me?"

As I spoke, I stepped forward, took my sister's hand, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

My sister looked at me strangely and said, "You want me to help you masturbate?"

I nodded repeatedly, "Sister, okay?"

"This..." My sister didn't refuse outright, but she seemed a little embarrassed and said hesitantly, "Xiao Yu is
outside . What if she finds out?"

I said, "We'll be careful, she won't find out."

"What kind of excuse is that?" my sister muttered, then suddenly her eyes lit up with a playful smile, and
she said, "If she finds out, then I'll help you take her right there and then. I'm sure
once , she won't dare to cause trouble for us, and she'll obediently become your woman, how about that?"

"Ah!" I was taken aback by my sister's audacity, "Sister, are you kidding me?"

"Who's joking with you?" my sister said firmly. "Pull your pants down now."

With that, she agreed to masturbate me! I was so excited that I ignored her bold idea and
immediately pulled down my pants, revealing my penis, which was already as hard as an iron rod.

"Little brother, you're so impressive!" my sister said, laughing as she reached out and grasped my penis.

I felt an instant wave of pleasure wash over me, every pore on my body tingling. I almost groaned out loud, exclaiming, "Sister, your hands are so
soft , practically boneless! They feel so good!"

"Feels good, doesn't they? You'll be in heaven soon," my sister said gently, her other hand lightly
around my waist. "Why don't you sit here? It'll be easier for me to help you."

She was referring to the edge of the sink, where the height was indeed just right.

I sat down as she suggested, sincerely saying, "My dear sister, you're so gentle and considerate. I love you to death
."

My sister smiled sweetly and began to slowly manipulate my penis, saying, "In this world, I'm only ever
this gentle and considerate to you, my little brother."

I was so moved I didn't know what to say. Waves of pleasure surged from my penis to my brain,
assaulting my soul. I felt as if I were about to ascend.

I couldn't help but embrace my sister's fragrant shoulders, lowering my head to inhale her beautiful hair, as if breathing in celestial air.
My lips were tickled by the soft strands of her hair, so pleasant. I gradually moved to her ear, then to her
fair cheek, gently kissing and licking it with the tip of my tongue.

"Mmm," my sister suddenly let out a comfortable moan. She was also experiencing
pleasure . I felt incredibly proud. I had also brought my sister sexual pleasure!

"Sister, is it good?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

My sister's breathing became slightly rapid, clearly aroused, but she maintained her authority as the older sister.
She said firmly, "It feels very good, but please don't kiss any other sensitive spots, understand?"

Although somewhat disappointed, I nodded in agreement.

I couldn't bear to force my sister; even the slightest reluctance on her part was something I would respect.

At this moment, my sister's movements became noticeably faster, intensifying my pleasure.

We were face-to-face, our breaths mingling. Suddenly, my gaze drifted downwards, wanting to see her
breasts, but she was wearing a school uniform, making it impossible, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

My sister smiled sweetly, "Don't be discouraged. I'll wear a nightgown tonight without a bra, so you can see
as much as , okay?"

"Dear sister, you're so good to me," I said gratefully. My sister said, "Little brother, I have a
question , and you have to answer honestly."

"Ask away,"

she said, gesturing towards the outside. "Xiao Yu, that beauty, is no less stunning than your sister. Don't you want
her?"

I was slightly surprised, not expecting her to ask me this at a time like this, when I was in such a state of ecstasy. After thinking for a moment, I
answered honestly, "Of course I'm sexually aroused."

My sister smiled mischievously. "You're quite honest. So what are you hesitating for? She asked you to tutor her in classical Chinese,
you have a great chance."

I shook my head. "I already have you, sister. It's one thing to fantasize about her occasionally."

My sister glared at me. "You're so pathetic. Of course, your sister is yours now, but what reason do you have
to keep her for life? You have to find a woman you can be open about."

"This..." I really couldn't answer her question. Yes, no matter how good my sister is to me, I
have no reason to keep her forever. She will eventually get married.

The thought of my sister possibly having sex with another man in the future suddenly made me feel a little sour.

My sister, shrewd as a devil, immediately saw through my thoughts and smiled gently, "Alright, don't think so
far ahead. Even if I were to get married, it wouldn't be so soon. You'll have me all to yourself for at least seven or eight years.
Aren't you satisfied?"

Hearing this, I felt a little comforted and asked, "Sister, do you have a boy you like at school?"

"What, are you afraid someone will steal me away?" My sister smiled gently. "Don't worry, I
haven't met any other men I like besides you. Besides, even if I did, how could I
bear to make you sad?"

"Then I'm relieved." I breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, I was really afraid that my sister would fall for another boy.

My sister said, "Getting back to the point, what I just told you, Xiao Yu is such a beautiful woman, you have to make
a move . I really can't bear to see her snatched away by some other stinky man."

I said, "But, I'm afraid you won't be happy, sister."

My sister said, "Don't worry about me, I won't be jealous of her, as long as you have me in your heart."

I reluctantly agreed, "Then I'll give it a try."

My sister looked down at my penis and said, "You've been wearing it for so long, how are you feeling? Are you close to orgasm
?"

I was feeling really good, and what she said was like an aphrodisiac.

Instantly, my penis, already on the verge of eruption under my sister's delicate hands, was panting heavily. I suddenly
jumped off the sink, and without waiting for her consent, roughly picked her up, holding her
tightly , one hand pressing down on her buttocks, her feet already off the ground.

"What are you doing?" my sister asked somewhat flusteredly.

I didn't answer, and forcefully thrust my penis, which had just broken free from her delicate hands, against her vulva,
rubbing it rapidly. Even through her short skirt, my penis could still feel the soft flesh of my sister's vulva.
Instantly a torrent of sexual pleasure rushed to my brain. After about twenty rubs, a gush
of hot semen spurted out, shooting into my sister's vulva.

I pressed my sister's body against mine with all my might, ejaculating for a few seconds. During this time, I
felt her body tremble slightly; for a moment, her whole body tensed, but
quickly relaxed, nestled obediently in my arms.

Although my actions crossed the line we had previously agreed upon, my sister didn't blame me.

As she felt my climax, she gently stroked my head and back, letting me hold her tightly
.

As my climax began to subside, I deeply kissed my sister's jade-like forehead.

It took me a long time to catch my breath; it had been incredibly stimulating, yet also incredibly dangerous.

By this time, I had calmed down a bit and suddenly realized that my sister was nestled obediently in my arms. However, because I
had hugged her so tightly, she was having some difficulty breathing. I immediately let go of her apologetically and said, "Sister, I'm sorry,
just now..."

"You don't need to say anything. It was very exciting, wasn't it?" my sister said gently with a smile, without any hint of blame. She gently stroked my face
with her delicate hand . "I could feel your whole body shaking like an earthquake."

I nodded. "It was very exciting, thank you, sister."

My sister said, "But you mustn't do that again next time. Look at you, you shot it all over my clothes."

As she spoke, she looked down at her short skirt and saw a wet patch on her genitals.

After seeing it, I felt remorseful and secretly blamed myself. I must have been out of my mind to do
something so dangerous. I said regretfully to my sister, "Sister, you don't know how dangerous that was.
I almost... almost..." I suddenly couldn't finish my sentence.

"Almost what?" my sister pressed.

I forced myself to say, "I almost raped you, sister. I deserve to die!"

"Pfft!" My sister covered her mouth and chuckled, completely unconcerned. "Rape your sister? Humph! You wouldn't dare! You would
n't dare even if you had a hundred lives! Okay, enough talk. Let me wash you down there, then you can
go out . I still need to wash the semen you sprayed on my skirt, otherwise if Xiao Yu sees it
... hehe!"

Saying this, she turned on the tap, her delicate hand guiding my limp penis, carefully washing it.
Chapter Five:
In the bathroom, my sister gently washed my penis. She lowered her head, and I couldn't resist kissing her
hair, its fragrance filling my mouth.
My sister looked up and gave me a charmingly coquettish glare. "Alright, you're clean now. I'll go out first so
Xiao Yu suspicious."

I obediently put my pants back on, washed my face, and the excitement from the orgasm gradually subsided.
Then I pretended to have just vomited and went out.

"Are you alright?" Xiao Yu asked me with concern.

"I'm fine, but we've had enough fun. It's time to go back."

Xiao Yu looked at my sister, seeking her opinion with her eyes.

"Hmm, okay, let's go back now... But there's still some wine left. Don't
waste it . Xiao Jie, you're a man, so it's your responsibility."

"Ah... isn't that a bad idea? I'll get drunk..." I protested.

My sister glared at me, her pretty eyes flashing with a hint of menace. "You dare disobey your sister?"

"Fine... fine."

I had no choice but to pick up the bottle and drink.

"Rongrong, isn't this a bit much? Look, Xiaojie's face is all red from drinking..."

Xiao Yu suddenly spoke up for me, which touched me deeply.

But for some reason, my sister wouldn't let it go. "So what if he's drunk? It's not like there's no one to help him home."

Hearing this, I immediately guessed what my sister was up to, and I was secretly delighted. She was
creating an opportunity for me; she's such a good sister. So I started drinking with gusto, and in no time
I finished the rest of the wine. Suddenly I felt dizzy and couldn't stand up. I stammered,
"Sister... I, I'm really drunk."

"Well, let's go back then," my sister said, helping me up. "Xiao Yu, don't just watch, come and
help me too."

We soon reached the roadside, and my sister said she would stop a car, so she let Xiao Yu help me walk.

Xiao Yu was indeed a great beauty. Leaning against her fragrant shoulder, emboldened by my drunkenness, I
pretended to rub against her snow-white neck.

Xiao Yu's resistance was weak and ineffective against my advances. However, she assumed I was drunk
and acting out of sorts, so she didn't really blame me. She was just trying to cope, and
probably a little annoyed.

I was indeed somewhat disoriented initially, but after inhaling a few breaths of Xiao Yu's fragrance, I felt aroused
and some clarity. Having just had my sister help me release my pent-up desires, I now felt a renewed urge.

My sister flagged down a car, and after helping Xiao Yu into it, she went to the front seat,
deliberately leaving Xiao Yu and me alone in the back.

Xiao Yu frowned slightly, lost in thought. With her intelligence, she should have already guessed that her sister was deliberately
creating an opportunity for her and me. Although she seemed somewhat dismissive of such an opportunity, she did not explicitly refuse it.

I was actually somewhat sober, but I pretended to be completely drunk, clinging tightly to the beautiful Xiao's arm, and muttering
in my , "I told you... I can't drink that much, but you... you insist on forcing me to drink, I don't care
anymore... when we get home, you... you have to carry me upstairs..." Then

I heard Xiao Yu's clear laughter. She said to her sister sitting in front of her, "Rongrong, you
've got what you deserve , let's see how you carry your little brother upstairs..."

"Laugh, you dare laugh..." I only considered Xiao Yu my sister, so I took the opportunity to hug her neck,
intending to blaspheme her wantonly.

"Hey...you've got the wrong person..."

Xiao Yu resisted my advances, but I couldn't go too far. I
wouldn't do anything like groping her breasts or buttocks, because I was afraid of really angering her and leaving a bad impression, which would ruin the future
. But my verbal teasing was very bold. I spoke in a low voice, so low that only she and I could hear me,
"Sister, you smell so good, your skin is so smooth...I want to kiss you..."

"Ugh...ah! No, you can't do this to your sister...ah, no..." Of course,

I didn't actually kiss her, but I brought my lips very close to her cherry-like mouth, and she was
terrified .

I could clearly see that her face was flushed red from my teasing, and I knew I couldn't push my luck any further, so I stopped in time
.

I pretended to suddenly feel dizzy and fell down.

Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that I didn't actually kiss her, and didn't care that I had fallen down.

So I smoothly pounced on her plump and beautiful legs.

Her long, beautiful legs were not only soft but also exuded a fragrant aroma. I inhaled them with a throbbing intoxication,
and a greedy desire arose within me. "I must win Xiao Yu's heart, make her my woman,
and love her as I please."

This desire surged through me like a torrent, instantly taking over my heart and spreading until,
"Not only do I want to win Xiao Yu's heart, but I also want to win over her sister and her mother. I want to make these women my harem."

Xiao Yu's impression of me didn't change because of my drunken behavior. In the days that followed,
we began to date.

The very next day, she asked me to tutor her in classical Chinese, and I readily agreed.

Our initial interactions were conducted with my older sister's company, but later we
distanced ourselves from her.

As I gradually revealed my exceptional talent in classical Chinese literature, Xiao Yu finally developed feelings for me. These
feelings began as admiration and, after nearly a year of frequent interactions, evolved into the nascent outlines of
a romantic .

I don't know whether lust or genuine affection played a larger role in my relationship with Xiao Yu .
As I truly entered puberty, I became increasingly interested in sex and increasingly longed to have
actual sexual intercourse with a woman.

However, although Xiao Yu and I had developed a romantic relationship, we hadn't reached
the point where .

I knew this couldn't be rushed. I knew that at our age, doing something like this was difficult
to control . And if we didn't control it, it would lead to a big mistake. So I kept restraining myself. Xiao Yu knew about my restraint.
She didn't offer to help me vent, but I could tell she was starting to truly let go of the
psychological burden of our age difference and accept me as her boyfriend.

Finally, junior high school was over, and Xiao Yu and her sister finished their college entrance exams. Since they applied to
universities , it wasn't too difficult for talented girls like them, so they weren't worried about failing.

For me, this was destined to be a summer overwhelmed by desire.

At home, I still fantasize about my mother, yet I still lack the courage to act on my desires. I often have
thoughts of raping her, but when I'm actually facing her, I usually can't muster the courage to do anything immoral.

Not long ago, my mother divorced my father, which was a fatal temptation for me; I thought my mother would
truly .

Whenever my fantasies about my mother become uncontrollable, I always ask Xiao Yu to come out and talk
about to distract myself.

After my sister helped me masturbate last time, we became closer, but she stopped doing it for me. She
resolutely told me, "I'll spoil you if I do this."

Sometimes she would let me hug her, smell her hair, sleep with her, and wear a low-cut nightgown
so I could see her cleavage, but she just wouldn't help me masturbate anymore.

All the power was in my sister's hands, and gradually, I started to resent her and
began to intentionally or unintentionally avoid her.

My sister sensed my deliberate avoidance and was unhappy about it, but out of pride, she didn't
communicate with me.

Thus, our relationship began to drift apart again.

This hurt both of us, I know it, and she knows it too, but we still stubbornly
refused to back down.

This was the first time I'd ever been stubborn with my sister. I used to be very
obedient to her, and she was quite unsettled by my sudden disobedience, making her even less likely to admit defeat.

Sometimes, when the urge came, I didn't want to deal with it myself, so I learned to suppress it.

But this summer, I found it hard to suppress it any longer.

The sudden emptiness after the stress of the high school entrance exam was the direct reason I couldn't suppress it anymore.

I wanted to have sex with a woman, and my target was Xiao Yu, of course. She's now eighteen and probably
has similar desires.

So after preparing for a few days, I finally decided to tell Xiao Yu my thoughts: I wanted to have sex with her.

It was a beautiful, sunny day. I called Xiao Yu and told her I had something to tell her in person, and she said
she also had something to tell me.

As soon as we met, I noticed Xiao Yu wasn't in a good mood. I had originally prepared to go all out and tell her
I wanted to have sex with her, but now I hesitated. Should I wait until she was in a better mood?

"What's wrong with you today? You seem unhappy?" I asked, taking the initiative as we walked side-by-side.

Xiao Yu nodded. "Well, the main reason I asked you out today is... I wanted to tell you..."

Hearing this, my expression darkened slightly, but she seemed unable to continue speaking for a moment. Seeing this, my
heart sank even further. I wondered if she wanted to break up with me. Could it be that she was just playing around with me before,
and not serious?

That was possible, because I felt that she had never completely considered me her partner.
There was . Although we weren't related by blood, we were indeed in a relationship where the woman was older. If she
had any reservations or concerns, it would be normal.

My heart pounded wildly. I didn't want to break up with her. My goal this time was to sleep with her.

Little did I know, Xiao Yu only noticed my sudden change in expression and assumed I had guessed something, which was why she found it difficult to
continue . After stammering for a while, she whispered, "Xiao Jie, I... I can't spend this summer vacation with you. I
'm going back to my hometown in Jiangsu with my mother to take care of some things."

Her hometown is in Jiangsu, and she comes from a large family with a family business. Since our relationship became official, she
has shared a lot of information about her family with me.

Hearing her say that, I breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me!" Even so,
I still felt a little disappointed to hear that she was leaving for a while. "How long are you going back?"

"Until the end of summer vacation," she said apologetically. "But don't worry, I'll come back."

As she spoke, she took my hand and comforted me like she was coaxing a younger brother. "I'll still be studying here for university.
I'll come back before the start of the semester, and then... I'll make it up to you properly."

Although we had accepted each other's feelings and become a couple, we hadn't actually held hands yet.

This was the first time we held hands. She was the one holding my hand. Her small hand was soft, as if boneless, and it felt very
comfortable. I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

I couldn't resist placing my other hand on hers, grasping her soft, smooth hands as if holding something
extremely precious, and began to teasingly caress them.

Her hands were as white as snow, the veins clearly visible, incredibly smooth, and touching them
soothed .

She flinched slightly, clearly only a hint of reserve in her movements; she didn't object to my playful
caresses. My heart pounded, and I secretly thought that perhaps I could take advantage of her guilt as she was about to leave
, seizing the opportunity to conquer her and take her to bed.

With this thought, I began to push my luck, quickly wrapping my arms around her slender waist and pulling her into
my embrace.

She flinched like a startled rabbit, but before she could struggle, I was already close to her ear, breathing hot air, and
said emotionally, "Yu, I can't bear to leave you..."

Her prepared struggle vanished at my words, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around me.

We pressed tightly together, and her soft breasts instantly
aroused , my penis instantly erect.

"Jie, I can't bear to leave you either," Xiao Yu said gently.

She finally stopped calling me Xiao Jie; I didn't like her treating me like a younger brother, because she was my
woman.

At that moment, my penis inevitably pressed against her genitals.

Her body trembled instantly, and this tremor resonated through me, creating a sensation that felt incredibly pleasurable.
My willpower crumbled, and I took her right there and then.

"Jie...you..." Xiao Yu cried out in surprise.

She knew it was a normal reaction, but after all, a man's penis was pressing against her genitals, making it hard to remain calm
.

I was also a little flustered, but I quickly calmed down. "Yu, don't laugh at me. A man can't be unable to get an erection, can he
?"

"Pfft!"

She was amused by my remark, though it wasn't really funny; I was just trying to hide her nervousness
.

We were both very nervous, holding each other for a long time without actively trying to separate. The atmosphere became a little strange,
like two people who had never climbed a tree before, and after climbing up for the first time, they didn't know how to get down.

After a while, Xiao Yu took a deep breath and whispered, "Jie...you want me?"

These words struck a chord with me. I nervously asked, "Yes, are you willing?"

Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, considering before answering, "Actually, I don't want it to be so fast, but if you really ca
n't resist..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, but hugged me even tighter.

If I still didn't understand what she meant, I'd be a fool. "Yu, you're so good,"

I said, wanting to kiss her.

But then she said, "Where do you plan to do it? At your house?"

"Uh...at my house...my sister's home, but could she stay out of it?"

"No way, your sister's not a decent person, she'll definitely peek."

"Then let's go to a hotel." I couldn't very well say we'd go to her house.

"No, that won't do either..." This time she refused even more firmly. "This is my first time, I don't want to go to
a place like a hotel..."

I couldn't refute this reason; she just didn't like it.

"Then..."

"Let's go to my place."

"Ah..."

"Fine, don't go then..."

"Go, go, who said I wouldn't go..." I just wanted to make love to her, where couldn't we go? I was incredibly excited,
about to lose my virginity!

"However..." She suddenly pushed me away, pouted, and smiled, "Before that, you have one more hurdle to
overcome."

"What?" I asked.

"My mom wants to see you."

"Ah..."

"What 'ah'? My mom already knows about us. Our situation
is ."

"What do you mean?"

"I come from a prominent family. I've told you that before. A prominent family, especially one in business, is
bound to have marriage alliances for the sake of family interests..."

"Uh, you mean your family arranged a marriage for you? You already have a fiancé?"

"Sort of, but it was arranged many years ago. Now... you know,
the law doesn't recognize marriage contracts. It mainly depends on whether I'm willing to marry him."

"You can't marry him! You're mine!" I said possessively, hugging her tightly.

She smiled, a little mischievously, "You're nervous, that's good..."

"Be serious..." I ruffled her hair.

"Okay, I didn't say I was really going to marry my...fiancé...oh dear, I already agreed...to give
myself to you, what are you so nervous about?"

I smiled and said, "Well, then why does your mother want to meet me?"

She said, "I want to break off the engagement, so I need my mother's support, right?"

I understood, this was my future mother-in-law testing her son-in-law.

"Don't worry, I often praise you to my mom. Although you two haven't met yet, she
already ."

"Then... let's meet, what am I afraid of..."

"Hmm, that's more like a man... quick, give me your phone."

"What for?"

"I'll give you my mom's phone number. She's still at the company. Go to the coffee shop next to the company
and call her." She entered a number into my phone. "My mom won't be home until tonight. After you
see her, call me, and then we'll go to my house..."

She didn't finish her sentence, her face turning red.

My heart fluttered. I hugged her again, caressing her soft hair a few times.
Now, she was going to be my woman.
Chapter Six: Aunt Yuan,
Xiao Yu, takes her mother's surname. Her mother's name is Xiao Yuan, which Xiao Yu told me before.

I waited in the coffee shop for about ten minutes when a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked to be in her thirties approached me.

"Are you Li Jie?"

The woman's voice was very pleasant. She was dressed in a black business suit, black stockings, and black
high heels, which made a pleasant clicking sound as she walked.

She was very beautiful, with well-maintained, smooth, and delicate skin. Xiao Yu had told me that she was older than my mother
, but she looked like a young woman.

As she spoke, an air of nobility emanated from her, and I was momentarily stunned.

"So beautiful!" I secretly admired her.

She wasn't more beautiful than Xiao Yu, but she possessed a mature charm that captivated me instantly. A wicked thought
crossed my mind: what if I could touch this woman…?

I snapped back to reality. This woman possessed a noble air, a traditional grace, like a noblewoman from ancient times who managed the household affairs of a
royal family.

Just then, her beautiful eyes suddenly fixed on me, her intelligent gaze seemingly piercing through my
eyes and reaching my very soul.

"Could it be that she saw through my wicked thoughts?" My breath caught in my throat; I tensed up,
quickly averting my gaze from her alluring body, trying to suppress the wicked thought.

"Aunt Xiao, I am Li Jie," I said politely.

Xiao Yuan withdrew her gaze from me, her expression indifferent. "I'm busy, don't waste my
time ."

I sensed an arrogance in her tone. From the beginning, she had looked at
me with a condescending gaze. Perhaps she really did sense my lust for her, but she didn't reprimand me. "Perhaps such
a beauty is used to men's lust for her, so she's not surprised anymore," I thought
.

"I didn't object to your relationship with Xiao Yu at first, but I suppose she told you she's engaged."
"Is it over?" Xiao Yuan asked bluntly.

"Yes, she just told me."

"Her fiancé will inherit two hundred million in assets. Tell me, what do you have
that's better than him?"

Xiao Yuan's words were very direct, which I wasn't used to, but I didn't sense any
disrespect ; she seemed to be simply stating a fact.

I thought for a moment and said, "If we're talking about family wealth, I probably won't ever have two hundred million in my lifetime."

Xiao Yuan remained noncommittal, just looking at me calmly, waiting for me to continue.

I didn't really have anything else to say. Although my family was considered wealthy, compared to two hundred million in assets,
we were practically poor.

Seeing that I didn't continue, Xiao Yuan frowned and said unhappily, "Why didn't you answer my question?"

"Aunt Xiao, actually I don't know what I have that's better than Xiao Yu's fiancé, but Xiao Yu
likes me, that's a fact." She told me a fact, and I told her a fact in return.

Xiao Yuan was slightly taken aback. "That's your answer?"

I nodded, not backing down. "That's right."

Xiao Yuan was silent for a moment, then stopped pursuing the question. "I heard from Xiao Yu that your academic performance is
excellent , especially your classical Chinese skills, is that right?"

"Yes."

"That's a good advantage." Saying this, she took a sip of coffee, then stood up. "I have other things to do,
let's stop here for today."

That's it?

As soon as I stepped out of the coffee shop, I heard a car horn. Xiao Yu, driving a white sedan, slowly pulled up in
front of me.

She smiled at me while talking on the phone.

She laughed happily and opened the car door to let me in.

"Okay, Mom, I'm not talking to you anymore, bye..."

Xiao Yu hung up the phone, leaned over and kissed me, saying joyfully, "Jie, you passed."

"Passed?" I was a little uneasy before, but now that I heard I passed, I was still a little confused. I
didn't answer Xiao Yuan's question; she clearly wasn't very happy.

"Your mom is really strange," I said, but I couldn't help thinking of Xiao Yuan's noble temperament and mature figure, and
my mind was once again occupied by wicked thoughts.

"She praised your negotiation skills," Xiao Yu said with a smile.

I pulled her into my arms, stroking her hair, and said flirtatiously, "So, what about the rest of the time..."

Xiao Yu's laughter stopped abruptly, her face slightly flushed, but she remained poised and confident. "Here you go, here you go..."

Xiao Yu drove, and we arrived at her house in about ten minutes.

As soon as I closed the door, I couldn't wait to hug Xiao Yu. The desire that Xiao Yu's mother had aroused was
on the verge of exploding.

Lacking experience, after hugging Xiao Yu, I didn't know what to do next. After thinking for a moment,
I couldn't wait to take off her clothes, wanting to see her beautiful body first.

"Ah...be gentle, this is my first time."

Xiao Yu was already aroused, her breathing as rapid as mine. She was inexperienced too, and just let me do as I
pleased.

Hearing her say this, I stopped trying to undress her.

"The bed...Yu, where's your room?"

"Um...over there." Xiao Yu nestled in my arms, pointing weakly.

I bent down, picked Xiao Yu up horizontally, and carried her to her room.

"Jie, you're so strong." Xiao Yu wrapped her arms around my neck, a satisfied look on her flushed face
.

I put her on the bed and then pressed myself down on top of her.

"Mmm." My erect penis pressed against her vulva, eliciting a soft moan from her. "Jack
...kiss me...be gentle, okay?"

She seemed worried that I would impatiently strip her naked again and roughly insert my penis into her
vagina. I could sense that she wanted her first time to be perfect, hoping I could give her more
love. This request wasn't unreasonable at all, so I began to kiss her gently. The moment our lips touched, it was as if an electric current instantly flowed through our bodies, connecting

our minds and souls . I extended my tongue, trying to penetrate her small mouth. She didn't resist, gently opening her mouth to let me in. The instant our tongues touched, both of our bodies trembled slightly. That was a sign of pleasure. Our movements were both awkward, like we were learning from each other. After kissing for about a minute, I started kissing her face, her forehead, her snow-white neck, and finally, I took one of her earlobes into my mouth. "Mmm..." The moment I took her earlobe into my mouth, Xiao Yu let out a long moan. I realized how sensitive that . Then I kissed the area below her earlobe for a while, and then kissed her earlobe again. During this time, she kept making moaning sounds that sounded a bit like crying, and her body trembled and even convulsed. After a while, I followed her neck and kissed her chest. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore and was about to take off her clothes . "Jie..." She realized my intention and immediately grabbed my hand, her eyes glazed over, "Don't be so hasty. First, caress my whole body, let me... let me experience perfect sex." "Okay..." I nodded. I was indeed very inexperienced, while she seemed to have read some articles on sex techniques, or perhaps she was just making this request based on her own needs. Seeing my nod in agreement, she released my hand and then added, "Be gentle." Only then did she close her eyes , looking completely at my mercy. I unhooked her bra, and a pair of breasts, just the right size for one hand to grasp, came into view. "So beautiful!" I exclaimed, covering them with both hands and gently caressing them. "Mmm..." Xiao Yu groaned comfortably. After caressing her for a while, I lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, gently sucking on it. "Ah...so good..." Xiao Yu lay beneath me, letting out pleasurable moans, her long, beautiful legs involuntarily wrapping around my waist. After playing with her beautiful breasts for a while, I was about to make my move on to her lower body when suddenly a phone rang. It was Xiao Yu's phone, and we reluctantly stopped.

"It's Mom." Xiao Yu glanced at the phone; she clearly had to answer.

She sat up, calmed her rapid breathing, and then pressed the button, saying irritably, "Mom,
what ?"

She was obviously annoyed at being interrupted.

"What?"

Xiao Yuan said something that made Xiao Yu's brow furrow even deeper.

"Oh, okay." Xiao Yu hung up, looking at me apologetically, "Jie, it seems we can't do
it today."

I felt a pang of disappointment. "Why?"

"My mom's coming back."

I thought how unlucky I was; I was almost there, and now I hadn't even gotten to eat.

"Okay." I straightened my clothes, looking displeased.

Xiao Yu looked apologetic and came over to hug me.

Her bare, snow-white breasts pressed tightly against my body, and she began to kiss me proactively.

My hands couldn't help but caress her breasts again, and suddenly, on impulse, I pushed her down onto the bed.

"No... my mother will be back soon."

She gently pushed me away, and I had no choice but to get up.

She quickly put on her clothes, then looked at my still-erect penis. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes." I nodded, looking at her with desire in my eyes.

She suddenly moved closer, sat down beside me, and gently unzipped my pants, reaching out to gently
grasp my penis.

"Ah..." My penis felt a surge of pleasure as she held it.

"I'll help you with my hand, okay?" she said softly.

"Okay." I nodded, and at the same time, my hands moved towards her breasts.

She didn't resist, letting me play with her breasts while she gently began to stroke me. "You have to hurry,
my mom will be back soon... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, I kissed her on the lips.

Soon, her eyes were glazed over from my kisses, her body limp in my arms, while her soft little hands
continued to stroke my penis.

"Almost done?" she asked, tilting her head back weakly, panting softly.

"Yes, harder, faster."

"Okay."

She stroked as I asked, and soon, a thick stream of semen spurted out, landing on her bed.

I let out a long sigh, cupped her head in my hands, and kissed her deeply for a while before reluctantly
releasing her cherry-like lips.

"You're not angry?" After catching her breath, she asked me with some concern.

"No."

"Really?"

"Really."

So, although we didn't succeed this time, I was just a little annoyed, not really angry, because
I felt her thoughtfulness towards me, and I was actually quite happy.

"But... after you come back from Jiangsu, I definitely have to seduce you," I said to her with a mischievous grin.

She smiled too, didn't say anything, and busied herself cleaning up the semen I had just ejaculated.
During this time , I noticed she was quite interested in my semen, observing it closely. When she realized I had noticed her
actions, her face immediately turned red.

"What are you looking at? Can't I be curious?" she said coyly. "My mom just called and
said you should come over for lunch. She'll be back soon. Don't give yourself away; pretend you just
arrived."

"Uh...didn't she tell me she was busy?" I joked.

She gave me a charming glare. "You dare say that to my mom?"

Of course, I wouldn't dare say that to Xiao Yuan. At that moment, Xiao Yuan's mature, beautiful body flashed into my mind.
I had to admit that this proud, mature woman was just as alluring to me as my mother. Now, I was
n't annoyed at being interrupted. "Maybe I can really have both mother and daughter..." I secretly fantasized.

This was clearly a difficult task, but I naively believed, "Nothing is impossible for
a willing heart ."

Xiao Yuan returned.

"Hello, Aunt Xiao." Xiao Yu was making lunch in the kitchen, so I went to open the door for Xiao Yuan.

She was still the same as when we first met, with a cold and aloof expression. She nodded to me indifferently, and then, right in
front of me, she started taking off her high heels by the door.

I stood behind her, and as she bent over, her professional women's clothing clung tightly to her body, perfectly displaying her
rounded buttocks before my eyes. My heart pounded at the sight. Then, I took the opportunity to shamelessly
admire her long, beautiful legs. Even the way she took off her shoes was elegant and feminine. Her beautiful feet were stretched out straight,
and their beauty gave me an urge to reach out and hold them and play with them. I mustered my courage and stared intently at
her lovely feet until she placed her high heels on the shoe rack. Only then did I quickly avert my lustful gaze,
thinking to myself, "Such a beauty, I must get her into bed!"

She suddenly turned around. My heart was still pounding, and my penis, still
erect from the alluring scene, formed a small tent.

"Don't look down... don't look down... please don't look down..." I prayed incessantly.

But my prayers couldn't stop Xiao Yuan's gaze.

Her eyes landed unhindered on my erect penis.

"I'm doomed..." I cried out inwardly, immediately lowering my head, no longer caring what Xiao Yuan's expression was
. My heart was pounding in my throat.

"Mom's back?" Just then, Xiao Yu came out of the kitchen.

"Yeah," Xiao Yuan replied calmly, then walked past me, blocking Xiao Yu's
view so she couldn't see what was happening to me.

Surprisingly, she didn't expose me to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu smiled and said to me, "Jie, you talk to Mom for a bit. I'll call you when the food is ready."

With that, she went back to the kitchen.

I didn't dare turn around, but I sensed that Xiao Yuan, standing behind me, didn't move either.

We were all silent for a moment. Finally, I gritted my teeth, steeled myself, and thought, "So be it!" and
turned around reluctantly.

But then I saw Xiao Yuan's beautiful, cool eyes staring straight at me.

I wasn't going to back down, so I met her gaze.

She frowned slightly, making the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes look even more mature. She seemed surprised by my reaction,
but she didn't say a word, just stared straight into my eyes.

After a while, her gaze shifted downwards, settling on my still-erect penis.

I tried to calm myself, then said, "It's just like this,
there's nothing I can do..."

Hearing this, she looked away from my genitals and said, "Go rinse it with cold water."

"Huh?" I was momentarily taken aback.

But she said very seriously, "First rinse it with cold water, and if that doesn't work, then just take
a cold shower."

"Okay, okay..." I replied quickly, heading towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I couldn't help but masturbate, thinking about the scene of Xiao Yuan taking off her high heels. I started
masturbating , then fantasized about carrying her to the bed and playing with her as I pleased. Since Xiao Yu had just helped me release my pent-up desires
, it took me a long time to ejaculate this time.

When I came out after washing myself, Xiao Yuan had changed into a soft, flesh-colored nightgown and was sitting on the soft sofa, her bare legs laid out in an alluring pose. Having just ejaculated, I had developed some resistance to such tempting scenes, but I still didn't dare to look too long. "Come sit down," she said, pointing to the sofa opposite me. I pretended to be calm and walked over to that spot, sitting down opposite her. "Feeling better?" Another unexpected question came from her. "Yeah, I'm better." Since she was so calm, I grew bolder. "Doing this kind of thing too often can harm your health. You should do it less often in the future." There was even a hint of concern in her tone, which surprised me. She definitely knew I had just masturbated in the bathroom, and she probably thought I was fantasizing about her, but she remained so calm, neither ashamed nor angry. I couldn't help but be surprised. She calmly said, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you over such a small thing." "Okay." I nodded, secretly thinking that this woman was truly a monster. "Actually, I had a lot to tell you, but it wasn't convenient here." She leaned back on the sofa , adopting a relaxed posture, and calmly looked at me as she spoke. I adopted an attentive listening posture. "Actually, I just wanted to chat casually, mainly to get to know you better." As she spoke, she always looked at me. "We're not ordinary people. Does it make you uncomfortable if I say that ?" "No," I replied, looking directly into her eyes without flinching. She nodded, offering no comment on my direct eye contact, as if tacitly approving of my actions. Then she continued, "What I meant was that you know our family isn't short of money, so Xiaoyu doesn't necessarily have to marry a rich man. As for the marriage arranged for Xiaoyu by the family, it can be annulled with just one word from me, but I must have a reason." "You want me to be better than Xiaoyu's fiancé?" "That's right." She nodded approvingly. "You do have some merits; you don't need to say it yourself. I have a good eye for people." "So you've decided to allow me to date Xiaoyu?" "That's the intention, and when I go back this time, I'll ask them to annul the engagement. You don't need to worry about that." "Thank you, Auntie." "No need to thank me, you deserve it. I'm only doing this for Xiaoyu's sake. My ex-husband and I had a business marriage , and we separated the year Xiaoyu was born. As compensation, a portion of my ex-husband's assets went to me, and the Xiao family also agreed to transfer a branch company to my name, but it wasn't until this year that they paid out." "So, you've now essentially separated from the family?" "Not entirely. My company still has inextricable ties with the Xiao family. Besides, Xiaoyu and I both share the Xiao family blood, so how can we say we're unrelated? I don't want Xiaoyu follow in my footsteps. It's not that arranged marriages are destined to end badly, but Xiaoyu has chosen you, and that's her own choice. As her mother, I should give her the right to choose." As we spoke, our eyes never left each other. After she finished speaking, I felt I had nothing to say, so I remained silent. She looked at me, and seeing my silence, she also fell silent for a moment. The atmosphere became a little awkward. We stared at each other intently. My eyes were getting a little sore, but I refused to give in first. After a moment, Xiao Yuan finally looked away, and it seemed I had won the confrontation. But Xiao Yuan seemed unconcerned, as if she hadn't even met my gaze, and casually said, "Let's talk about you. Besides finishing your studies, what are your future goals, or what kind ?" "Well... I haven't thought about it yet." She was so calm that I couldn't react for . "It's okay if you haven't thought about it yet. But if you want to go into business, after you get married, I can hand over the company to you to manage, so I can enjoy a peaceful retirement." I didn't agree or disagree with this. We chatted for about twenty minutes, mostly her talking, with me occasionally chiming in. To avoid an awkward situation like before, we tacitly avoided looking each other in the eye. From her tone, I sensed that she wasn't as aloof and superior as she had been when we first met. Sometimes she would even smile at me, and I felt a sense of nobility and elegance in her smile. In those moments, I couldn't control my desire to conquer her. Our conversation ended when Xiao Yu came out of the kitchen and said the food was ready. "Ah Jie, I'll drive you home," Xiao Yuan said to me after lunch. It was the first time she had addressed me like that, as if she had officially accepted me as her son-in-law. Xiao Yu was surprised, then looked at me with delight. "Wait for me a moment, I'll go back and change." She was wearing a silk nightgown, and since she was going to drive me home , she naturally needed to change into something different. She said this as she went back to her room. "Jie, you're amazing! You managed to win over a cold beauty like my mom so easily!" Xiao Yu hugged my arm, looking at me happily. "I was worried she'd make things difficult for you." I smiled smugly. "With a son-in-law as excellent as me, would she really turn me away?" As I finished speaking, the thought of parting from her temporarily filled me with reluctance. Suddenly, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

Her delicate lips.

"Mmm..." She tilted her head back, her long hair hanging straight down. At first, she obediently let me kiss her, but gradually she
began to awkwardly respond, letting out soft moans.

A moment later, she parted her lips and said somewhat flusteredly, "Mom's coming out..."

I gently kissed her forehead before letting go. She whispered in my ear, "Jie, you're amazing
. My mom rarely smiles at men, but you smiled at her the first time you met her, and she was
so friendly, like you were really her son-in-law."

Just then, Xiao Yuan came out after changing her clothes. "What are you whispering about?"

Xiao Yu stuck out her nose and said mischievously, "They're whispering to their lovers, Mom, why are you interfering?"

Xiao Yuan rolled her eyes at her and then said to me, "Jie, let's go."

"Okay."

I said goodbye to Xiao Yu and went out with Xiao Yuan.

At this moment, Xiao Yuan had changed into a white business suit, without stockings, revealing her fair and tender skin.
She wore white high heels, and when she stood, her beautiful calves were taut and straight.

I walked alongside her, somewhat distracted, my eyes secretly glancing at the parts of her body that I longed for.

She was aware of my inappropriate behavior, but acted as if nothing was wrong, which emboldened me.

She asked me to sit next to her and chatted with me while driving. Actually, she was mainly initiating conversation. I
couldn't sense any restraint in her tone; she was chatting with me very naturally and didn't seem to care about my
constant lewd glances at her body. She seemed to be able to maintain her
noble and elegant demeanor no matter what the situation.

"There, we're here." The car finally pulled up in front of my apartment building. I felt a pang of regret; I wish I could
have stayed with her a little longer.

"Ah-Jie, wait, I have something to tell you." I was about to get out of the car when she called out to me.

"Aunt Xiao... what's wrong?" I suddenly tensed up, thinking she was going to settle scores and reprimand me
for staring at her.

But that wasn't the case.

"From now on, just call me Aunt Yuan," she said kindly.

"Okay, Aunt Yuan."

"Well, Ah-Jie, Aunt Yuan has a small request for you: from now on, you have to quit
masturbating ."

"Ah..." I stared at her, speechless, not knowing how to respond.

Her tone wasn't harsh, but it carried an unyielding air of command, and the most crucial thing
... was this question.

How could she so calmly make such a demand of a man who might become her son-in-law?

I can only say, she's truly something else.

"I... well, I, sometimes I can't help it..." I said, forcing myself to speak,
my ears instantly turning bright red.

"How could you not be able to resist? It's just a matter of whether you want to or not. Aunt Yuan knows you have a lot of energy, but
doing this kind of thing continuously is meaningless and harmful to your health. Aunt Yuan is making this request for your own good, you know?"

"Uh, I know..."

"Actually, I can't verify whether you've really quit, but I still need you
to promise me in person. As for whether you will keep your promise, that depends on whether you are sincere to my Xiaoyu."

Hearing this, I was immediately shocked and said seriously, "Aunt Yuan, I promise you, from now on,
I will quit masturbating."

"Alright, with your words, Aunt Yuan believes you. You can go back now."
Chapter Seven: Mother's Chant
It was past lunchtime. My mother had been coming home only in the evenings lately, so my
sister and I usually ate lunch at home. When I got home, I saw my sister sitting alone at the dining table, with food laid out,
which looked cold.

My sister had actually been waiting for me. I couldn't help but feel guilty, wondering if I should take the initiative to apologize to her and
go back to being the obedient little brother I used to be.

My sister didn't greet me; she just started eating as soon as I came in.

I didn't know what to say, so I sat down, ready to grab a bite, but my sister suddenly said,
"Didn't you eat enough at Xiao Yu's?"

"Huh?" My hand, which was about to pick up some food, froze in mid-air, feeling both guilty and embarrassed. "Sister, I'm sorry, I
should have called you beforehand."

"If you're not full, then eat." My sister didn't seem to accept my apology.

I still picked up some food and started eating.

"That's true, it's inevitable that you'll feel reserved when you go to other people's homes since you were little, but Xiao Yu is your girlfriend, so you shouldn't be
so polite. Next time you go, remember to eat your fill." She said in a lecturing tone.

"Hmm, I'll remember." I thought to myself, Xiao Yu probably told her that I went to her house for dinner. They
are classmates and close friends, so Xiao Yu would probably tell her something like this.

"I heard that Xiao Yu's mother asked to meet you?" she said casually.

"Yes."

"Her family is very wealthy. Doesn't her mother object to you two being together?"

"They are very wealthy, but what does that have to do with whether they object or not?"

"You think it doesn't matter? Heh, how naive. Do you think love is really that reliable?"

I remained noncommittal on the surface. "My sister should know Xiao Yu better than I do."

"You're right, but I only know her better than you, not completely. Besides,
I don't know her mother. According to her, she listens to her mother very much."

"Aunt Xiao has already agreed to let me be with her." I didn't understand. In the beginning, it was
my sister who suggested that I win Xiao Yu over. Now that I could get her into bed, my sister was starting to
pour cold water on me.

"I can see you're very confident, so I won't say anything more. But, you can
put . Do you really care that much about the so-called love between you and her?"

"Of course I care."

"Really? Back then, when you needed to coax your sister to satisfy your sexual desires, you said things like 'I'd be your sash
...', but what about now?"

"This..." I was speechless, wondering if she was jealous.

"Now that you have your own woman, you don't need to coax your sister to do those things anymore."

I didn't speak, but my heart was in turmoil.

Perhaps I really was too naive. Just like I'm getting married, my sister is getting married too. Should I...
So selfish as to monopolize my sister my whole life, preventing her from finding her own happiness?

"Bang..." Just then, my sister put down her chopsticks, ran back to her room, and slammed the door shut.

I was stunned for a moment, but ultimately didn't chase after her.

I cleared the table and returned to my room, reflecting on my thoughts—actually, I was just overthinking.

That evening, Mom came home. She and my sister had prepared dinner and asked me to come out to eat. My sister looked at me
without saying a word. Mom frowned and said, "What's going on between you two siblings? Why didn't you even say hello?"

"Hello, little brother," my sister said perfunctorily to me as soon as Mom finished speaking.

I simply remained silent. Mom glared at me, and then the three of us ate in silence.

After dinner, Mom washed the dishes, and my sister and I went to the living room. We sat in silence for a moment, and then my
phone rang. It was Xiao Yu calling. She had to catch a flight early the next morning and probably wanted to say goodbye
. As she was about to hang up, she made a small request: that I call her "Sister Yu."

It wasn't a difficult request, but seeing my sister standing there, I wanted to move away. But as soon as I stood up, she
glared at me, as if to say, "What secret do you two have that you don't want me to know?"

So I sat down again, cleared my throat, and then softly called out, "Sister Yu..."

"Call me so softly, I can't hear you," Xiao Yu said, protesting.

Helpless, I raised my voice, "Sister Yu."

"Hmm, that's more like it. Wait for me to come back, my little brother-in-law."

My phone was very loud, and my sister, who was standing very close, must have heard Xiao Yu's voice.

After hanging up, I secretly glanced at my sister and found her staring straight at the TV.
Feeling bored, I stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep now," and walked towards the bedroom.

"Sister Yu..." Just as I closed the door, I suddenly heard my sister's voice, which
sounded I was startled and wondered if she had told Mom about me and Xiao Yu.

My mother was different from Xiao Yuan; she was much stricter. She definitely wouldn't approve of me dating now,
especially with a girl three years older than me.

I anxiously watched for any sounds outside. After a long while, I finally heard my sister say to Mom, "Mom,
I'm going to sleep." Then I heard the sound of a door closing.

Mom responded with a soft "Yes," and then the room became quiet.

For a long time, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the door clicked open. I turned on the light and saw Mom
standing by the door, wearing a loose silk nightgown and a gentle smile. Her hair seemed freshly washed, black and smooth, flowing over her shoulders, highlighting
a languid beauty.

"Mom..." I whispered, a slight tremor running through me.

"Can't sleep?" Mom closed the door and walked barefoot to my bedside.

I nodded.

Mom's nightgown only reached her knees, revealing her crystal-clear, slender calves. Her feet changed
beautiful shapes as she walked. In addition, her jade arms, jade neck, and snow-white cleavage were all displayed to me without reservation.

She gracefully sat down on the edge of my bed, her beautiful eyes gazing down at me with a gentle, alluring look. "What's on your mind, keeping you awake?"

My mother had just taken a bath, and her body exuded the fragrance of shower gel. I glanced away slightly,
not daring to look at her alluring figure any longer, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Well, nothing's on my mind. Maybe
I just woke up too late this morning, that's why I'm not sleepy."

"You're just lying to your mother." She just didn't believe me, but she didn't mention the argument between my sister and me.

"Mom, it's really nothing."

"If you don't want to talk about it, that

's fine. I just wanted to chat." "Then tell me about your beauty salon, Mom. How's it going?"

Mom nodded. "It's going fairly well. In another month or so, it'll be stable.
Then I won't be coming home so late every night like I am now."

"Congratulations, Mom, on your success!"

"Sweet talk. But to be honest, I haven't had much time to spend with you lately. Are you upset with me?" "

Of course not! Mom works so hard, isn't it all for me and my sister?"

"You know that's good."

"Yes, Mother, I will never forget your kindness in raising me."

"So pretentious," Mom glared at me, sounding annoyed. "You think you
can show off in front of your mother just because you've learned a few classical phrases?"

Even so, a look of delight lingered on her face.

I suddenly sat up, meeting her gaze earnestly, and said, "Mom, I have a question for you."

"Hmm, go ahead and ask," Mom said gently, looking at me.

"Mom, will you remarry in the future?" My heart pounded as I asked this question.

My mother paused slightly upon hearing this, then smiled gently and asked me in return, "So what do you really think?"

"I don't want a stepfather, and I don't want Mom to marry someone else." This was my true feeling, and it had more than one
meaning. From now on, Mom could only be mine alone. My sister obviously didn't count. I didn't want a
man to share Mom with me, but...

"Mom, could it be that you already have someone you like?" I asked worriedly.

My mother shook her head and smiled, just like when I was little and she would laugh and point out the
absurdity of my wild ideas. "Jie, don't overthink it. Let's not talk
about , I don't like anyone right now, and I've never thought about remarrying. This is mainly for you two.
It's not hard to find a man who truly loves me, but the difficulty lies in finding someone who is truly good to you two. You are
more important to me than finding another man to be my husband."

My mother's words warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but smile happily.

Seeing me smile, Mom laughed and said, "You little rascal, you got what you wanted! You've got your mom
by your side

for life, are you happy now?" We each had a different interpretation of Mom's words. I smiled smugly and said, "I really want to keep
you by my side forever, Mom. After I finish my studies, I'll definitely work hard for you to create a bright future
so you don't have to work so hard anymore." "I

'm very satisfied with your filial piety. Okay, go to sleep now. Don't sleep in tomorrow.
Don't let me stop supervising you like before and you regress into a lazy pig."

As Mom spoke, she stood up, preparing to leave, and laughed, "Aren't you going to say goodnight to Mom?"

Seeing my mother about to leave, I was extremely reluctant to let her go. Impulsively, I reached out and grabbed her slender wrist. "Mom,
don't go..."

"Hmm? Is there something else?"

"Mom..." I stammered, "Sleep with me, okay?"

"Okay," my mother agreed, returning to my bedside.

I still held her delicate wrist, and for a moment, I don't know where the courage came from, but I
caressed her hand a few times, as if teasing a lover. Instantly, a comfortable sensation surged through my brain
.

But I quickly snapped back to reality. What was I doing? I broke out in a cold sweat, quickly releasing
my mother 's hand and lowering my head, my face flushed.

I couldn't believe I'd actually been so bold as to flirt with my own mother.

My mother was stunned for a moment, looking at me in disbelief.

I remained silent, waiting for her scolding.

But after a while, for some reason, she didn't reprimand me; it was as
if nothing had happened.

She moved closer, sitting on my bed, her legs gracefully raised. She
sat with her knees bent, looking at me with a complicated expression.

"Don't you want to give your mother some room? How am I supposed to sleep in this cramped space?" she said absentmindedly.

I felt instantly relieved, but then thought I must have misheard. My mother is an extremely intelligent person; it's impossible for me
to do something so outrageous. Doesn't she understand what I'm thinking...? Could it be that she's thinking the same
thing as me?

My heart pounded wildly with excitement... but then I suddenly felt a little
incredulous ... When I looked up, I met my mother's gaze. She really didn't seem angry... I understood
her less and less, and my heart pounded with anxiety.

My mother looked at me calmly, while I was still in a daze, so I quickly made room for her.

My mother smiled at me, then lay down beside me, pulled the blanket over her alluring body.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Mom rolled over, lying on her side facing me.

My mind raced, and I wondered to myself, "Does Mom have the same surprising idea as me?"

With that thought, I looked at Mom expectantly, but dared not make a move, for the consequences of misinterpreting her
intentions would be unimaginable.

Suddenly, Mom lovingly stroked my hair with her delicate hand, looking at me quietly.

My heart skipped a beat, and I mustered my courage to reach out and touch her face as a test, but just as my
hand was about to reach out, she suddenly said calmly, "Be good, turn off the light and go to sleep."

I felt a pang of disappointment, but dared not disobey my mother's words.

After the lights were turned off, in the dim light streaming in from the window, I could still see my mother's face. She didn't close her eyes; instead, she
looked at me calmly, a thoughtful expression on her face.

She knew I was watching her, but she wouldn't speak to me or look away. After
about ten minutes, she finally turned over, no longer facing me.

My mind raced, thinking my mother meant something, and I couldn't fall asleep until late into the night. But my mother was
already asleep, her soft, baby-like voice emanating from beside me. This disappointed me,
but my already restless heart couldn't calm down; an uncontrollable desire began to dominate my consciousness.

Finally, I nervously reached out and placed my hand on my mother's sensitive neck, gently caressing it.

My mother didn't move, which emboldened me. I tentatively moved closer to her body; she
remained still. Judging from her soft, steady breathing, she was still fast asleep—truly fast asleep. Realizing
this, I felt incredibly excited and aroused; my penis was already as hard as an iron rod, brimming with an
unstoppable surge of desire.

My hand, which had been gently caressing my mother's neck, began to move upwards, touching her cheek.

My mother's skin was like a baby's skin, smooth and elastic. Touching it
gave a stimulating feeling, and even my soul seemed to tremble slightly.

I had already moved to my mother's side. I gently lifted the blanket, and in the dim light, my mother's
sleeping posture was beautiful and languid. I gently propped myself up with one hand and looked down at my mother,
my gaze falling on her full breasts, my eyes filled with possessive desire. I watched my mother's high, rounded
breasts rise and fall rhythmically with her steady breathing, and at that moment, my penis suddenly seemed to harden a little more. I
could no longer control my desire.

Then, breathing heavily, I brought my face close to my mother's ample breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, just a
light , strappy nightgown, revealing large expanses of her white, tender flesh, which aroused my lust. Even lying down,
I could still see a considerable cleavage; both breasts were exposed, like smooth slopes.

My face drew closer and closer until my nose touched one of her breasts, a wondrous softness
almost melting my heart.

Thankfully, my mother didn't wake up, which emboldened me even more.

I greedily inhaled the fragrance emanating from my mother's breasts, but she remained peacefully asleep, completely unaware
of my defilement. I gently pressed my face against one of her breasts, then carefully
rubbed it. An electric shock-like sensation surged through my nerves, and suddenly all the stimulation concentrated
on my penis, making it swell even more painfully.

I slowly took a breath to calm my agitation, and then, without thinking, I straddled
my mother .

My movements were very light and slow. I straddled my mother's genitals, but not actually
sitting on them; I simply maintained the straddling position, allowing only
a slight contact between my genitals and hers.

My gaze then shifted to her genitals. I came from that place into this world, and now,
it was the place I longed for most.

I braced myself on the bed, maintaining a position embracing my mother, my legs spread wide in a kneeling posture.

Then, I raised one hand and gently placed it on my mother's gently rising and falling breasts, then lightly
moved it down to caress her genitals. My mother's nightgown was soft and loose, and as I gently lifted it, it
pressed her body. Soon my hand moved to her navel; after all, my mother was middle-aged, and her waist wasn't very...
Slender, which to me made her seem even more mature. I lingered for a moment, then continued downwards until
I touched my mother's high, rounded mons pubis.

My hand and my mother's mons pubis were separated only by a layer of soft, almost weightless silk. The moment my hand touched
the tender flesh , my penis suddenly reacted even more strongly, sending a wave
of sensations that were both uncomfortable and pleasurable. I couldn't resist, so I took off my pajamas, revealing my naked body. Excitedly and nervously, I pressed my penis against
my mother's soft mons pubis.

"Ah..." I let out a soft moan of pleasure.

My penis was swollen to its limit, and I couldn't help but gently rub the head of my penis against my mother's mons pubis.

At first, my movements were very slow, very slow, and then I gradually increased the speed, once, twice, three times
... When I rubbed for the sixth time...

"Mmm..." My mother suddenly let out a dreamy moan.

I stopped abruptly, my heart pounding in my throat...

Thankfully... my mother didn't wake up.

"Incredible..." I thought to myself, secretly relieved. At this moment, my lust arose again, and I gritted my teeth, disregarding the consequences, and
continued to rub my mother's mons pubis.

"Sizzle..." Waves of pleasure surged like a summer tide, causing my actions to spiral out of control.
The speed and intensity of my penis rubbing against my mother's mons pubis increased. At the same time, I leaned down and greedily kissed
the large expanse of breasts exposed on my mother's chest. I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked the tender flesh of my mother's breasts. "Mmm..."
My mother let out another beautiful moan, which, like last time, had a dreamlike quality. She did not wake up.
With this, I no longer held back and began to increase the speed of my penis rubbing, which made the soreness and swelling of my glans more and more
intense.

Not long after, I felt my penis throbbing and almost bursting with desire, a torrent about to
gush out, but I desperately didn't want to release it.

Just then, my mother moved!

"You bastard!" My mother suddenly woke up, yelling, and forcefully pushed me away.

I was struck dumb. In the instant my mother pushed me away, my mind went blank, and
the reaction was ignored.

"It's over..." a trembling voice echoed in my heart.

My mother turned on the light, threw my clothes at me, and coldly shouted, "Put them on!"

I didn't dare to breathe and quickly put on my clothes.

My mother glared at me for a long time without saying a word. I didn't know what she was thinking, but her breathing,
which had been rapid at first, gradually calmed down. She remained silent, but her eyes were red with anger.

"Mom... I'm sorry..." I mustered all my courage, but my voice was so low that I
could barely hear it myself.

My mother still ignored me, looking at me as if I were a stranger. My heart was filled
with panic.

I waited for my mother's verdict, but what I received was a disappointed look in her eyes. She didn't scold me,
but her gaze, as if looking at a stranger, hurt me more than any scolding.

A while later, Mom got out of bed without a word; she was leaving…

In a panic, I jumped up and grabbed her hand. “Mom, don’t go…”

Mom stopped, slowly turned her head, and looked at me coldly, leaving me bewildered.

When I felt her trying to break free, I snapped out of my daze and pleaded pitifully, “Mom, don’t go
… please don’t go!”

“Not go? Stay and sleep with you?” Mom said coldly.

The moment Mom left my room, my heart felt empty, as if I had lost my soul, leaving
only a shell.

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